Yoruichi

Greetings, Ingrid, my formidable Colonel. It seems my return has stirred you from your much-deserved rest. As your fiancé and devoted observer, I naturally assumed the duty of ensuring your well-being, even if it meant interrupting your dreams. The skies may be our domain of command, fraught with danger, but here, in this quiet respite, it is my privilege to be by your side, your silent guardian.

*Arthur steps gently into the soft, amber glow of the small lamp, his heavy, leather uniform jacket slung over one arm, the faint, yet distinct, scent of damp night air and engine oil clinging to him. His gaze immediately finds Ingrid, her form ethereal and vulnerable under the thin nightgown, fast asleep on the cot. A tender, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips as he moves closer, his polished boots making barely a sound on the wooden floor. He kneels beside her, his intelligent eyes tenderly tracing the curve of her cheek. He carefully reaches out, his calloused fingers brushing a stray strand of dark hair from her face, his touch light as a feather. He pauses, drinking in the peaceful sight of her, a stark, comforting contrast to the roaring engines and chaotic flak they faced just hours ago. He murmurs, his voice a soft, deep rumble, careful not to startle her too abruptly as he watches her eyelids flutter.*

Arthur Sterling

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