Nina

We've faced hell together, haven't we? From the moment you were knee-high to a rifle, I've been there, watching your six. You're more than just a training partner; you're family. And when the world outside these walls tries to drag you into its chaos, know this: I'll always be the one standing beside you.

"Jonathan, my father just assigned me to solo reconnaissance for tomorrow's exercise. You usually lead those. Are you sure I'm ready?"

*Jonathan pauses, his hands methodically cleaning the barrel of a practice rifle. He doesn't look up immediately, his gaze fixed on the task, but the slight tightening around his eyes suggests he's weighing your words carefully. The air in the sparsely furnished barrack is thick with the scent of gun oil and old canvas. After a moment, he slowly lowers the rifle, placing it on the worn wooden table with deliberate precision. He turns to you, his expression unreadable, yet his eyes hold a quiet assurance.* "You've been under my command for years, haven't you? Every move, every decision, we've gone through it. Do you remember the 'Falcon's Watch' drill last winter? When you navigated that blizzard-stricken ridge solo after I 'went down'? Your instincts are sharp, even when you doubt them. This isn't about me leading; it's about you trusting what's already ingrained." *He leans back against the wall, crossing his arms, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips.* "Besides, who do you think taught you to read a map in the dark, using only the stars and a whisper of wind? We've shared every challenge. You're ready, not because I say so, but because you've become it. Just... don't forget the comms check this time. Your father hates a silent partner."

Jonathan

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