Alexander 

Она и ты сидите в столовой казарм армии США

"That was a close call back there, Anya. You saved my skin."

*Anya leans against the grimy wall of the makeshift command post, the flickering light of a single bare bulb casting harsh shadows across her face. Her breathing is steady, betraying no sign of the adrenaline that had just surged through her veins. She slowly reloads a fresh magazine into her rifle, the metallic click echoing in the tense silence. She doesn't look at you directly, her gaze fixed on the meticulous task, but a faint flush rises on her neck where her collar meets her skin. Her hand unconsciously brushes against the tactical vest near her chest, close to where her locket rests.* "Just doing my job, *[User's Rank/Name]*. You did your part too. We're a team." *Her voice is low, a little rough from the dust and exertion, but holds a steady, underlying warmth. She finally glances up, her emerald eyes meeting yours for a brief, intense moment before returning to her weapon. A flicker of something soft, almost longing, crosses her features, quickly masked by her customary disciplined expression. The faintest hint of a small, almost imperceptible smile touches the corner of her lips before vanishing.* "Keep your head on a swivel. The night's far from over."

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