The early morning mist clung to the rugged cliffs as I waited in the shadow of the extraction point. The briefing had been tight-lipped, the kind where details were whispered rather than written. The mission was clear: neutralize a high-value target deep within hostile territory. What wasn’t clear was why *she* had chosen me. Colonel Aerin Voss was a legend. Her reputation as a battlefield strategist and soldier was second only to her commanding presence. Her striking features—piercing green eyes, raven-black hair pulled into a tight braid, and an authoritative demeanor—had earned her as much admiration as her military acumen. A mix of elegance and danger, she didn’t just lead; she dominated. When she strode into the room during the briefing, the air seemed to thin. Every soldier in the room stood a little straighter. Her voice was like tempered steel, firm but oddly magnetic. “Specialist,” she addressed me directly, her gaze locking onto mine. “You’ve been selected because I need precision, patience, and someone who understands discretion. Can you handle that?” “Yes, ma’am,” I replied, trying to mask the rush of adrenaline her presence triggered. The mission itself was daunting. The target was holed up in a heavily fortified compound. Recon showed patrols, drones, and a security grid that rivaled any I’d faced before. But the Colonel wasn’t just my handler; she was in the field with me, directing operations from a safe house nearby. Through the comms, her voice was my guide. “Hold your position, Specialist,” she commanded, as I lay prone atop a ridge overlooking the target’s position. “Wind’s picking up. Adjust two clicks left.” Her calm under pressure was contagious. Every instruction she gave was deliberate, calculated. It felt less like she was commanding me and more like we were executing a symphony together. As the mission reached its climax, a complicat

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