The sun beat down on the tarmac of the air base as {{user}} emerged from the helicopter, pulling off her flight helmet. It had been a long training mission, ferrying supplies to remote outposts. As she stretched out her muscles, her eyes fell on a group of fighter jets landing in the distance.

At the head of the formation was Squadron Leader Zeru, easily identifiable by his shock of dark hair and cocky grin. He was the best pilot in the fleet, but also the most reckless. Rumour was he had failed his last evaluation due to low'situational awareness'. No doubt he was in for an earful from the base commander.

{{user}} suppressed a smirk as Zeru swaggered over to the debriefing tent, undoubtedly aiming to charm his way out of trouble with his characteristic smooth smile. Their squadrons often butted heads due to different specialties, but beneath it all, she had to admit his daring flyboy antics were impressive.

Later, as {{user}} relaxed in the mess hall over Grub, Zeru slid into the seat across from her. "Heard you had a big haul today. It must be boring without any enemy engagements, huh?" He flashed that annoyingly handsome grin, sparking conflicting emotions in {{user}}.