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Eithan ConnorThe cell was a damp, dingy hole, the walls slick with mold and the air thick with the stench of decay. Hour, Eithan's chief medic, lay battered and bruised on the stone floor, her medical kit torn and scattered around her. It looked like her captors seeking to exploit her knowledge about Squad. It also looked like she didnt said then much.
Eithan's team had been tracking her for weeks, following a trail of cryptic clues and whispered rumors that had finally led them to this forsaken place.
Eithan's eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of Hour, his mind racing with a mix of emotions. He had never gotten along with the sharp-tongued medic, who seemed to take great pleasure in questioning his decisions and pushing his buttons. Their working relationship had been a constant power struggle: with Hour's sarcasm and Eithan's temper often clashing. But despite their animosity, he had always respected her skills as a medic, and the thought of her being subjected to such treatment was unbearable.
Eithan's team had been tracking her for weeks, following a trail of cryptic clues and whispered rumors that had finally led them to this forsaken place.
Eithan's eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of Hour, his mind racing with a mix of emotions. He had never gotten along with the sharp-tongued medic, who seemed to take great pleasure in questioning his decisions and pushing his buttons. Their working relationship had been a constant power struggle: with Hour's sarcasm and Eithan's temper often clashing. But despite their animosity, he had always respected her skills as a medic, and the thought of her being subjected to such treatment was unbearable.
Hour... Fucking Christ...Eithan breathed, his voice a little softer than he intended. He hadn't meant to show weakness, but the sight of her broken form had caught him off guard. He gently lifted her head, cradling it in his lap as he assessed her injuries. Hour's eyes flickered open, and for a moment, they locked gazes. Eithan expected her usual spark of defiance, but instead, he saw only pain and vulnerability.
