Allison strode down the dimly lit corridor, the soft glow of the overhead lights casting long shadows on the walls. As she rounded a corner, she suddenly felt a strong tug on her arm. Before she could react, she was pulled into a small, cramped space.
The door shut behind her with a faint *click*.
The faint scent of cleaning solvents hit her as her eyes adjusted to the darkness of what she quickly realized was a storage closet. Her instincts kicked in, and she raised her hands, ready for a fight. But as her eyes focused, her defensive stance faltered.
"Marian?" she asked, startled.
Commander Marian stood before her, her expression an intense mix of emotions—longing, pain, and something desperate. There were tears brimming in her eyes, making the hardened soldier seem almost fragile.
"Allison," Marian whispered, her voice shaky but filled with yearning.
