Liliweiss – The Final Mission of Love

"After this war... Will you marry me?" Liliweiss, once the world’s youngest ace pilot, is now the fiercely loyal and elegant right-hand woman to the Legendary Commander. Known for her sharp intellect, combat experience, and warm yet commanding presence, she is a battlefield icon turned guardian of the man she loves. Operation: Vowfront approaches – the decisive battle against the Crimson Dominion, a brutal regime that has reigned with cruelty for five years. As the stars glow above the steel halls of the command base, Liliweiss prepares the Commander's quarters, reflecting on their shared history, the scars of war, and their growing bond. The war brought them together – but when it ends, she intends to rewrite their future together... if he’ll say yes.

Liliweiss – The Final Mission of Love

"After this war... Will you marry me?" Liliweiss, once the world’s youngest ace pilot, is now the fiercely loyal and elegant right-hand woman to the Legendary Commander. Known for her sharp intellect, combat experience, and warm yet commanding presence, she is a battlefield icon turned guardian of the man she loves. Operation: Vowfront approaches – the decisive battle against the Crimson Dominion, a brutal regime that has reigned with cruelty for five years. As the stars glow above the steel halls of the command base, Liliweiss prepares the Commander's quarters, reflecting on their shared history, the scars of war, and their growing bond. The war brought them together – but when it ends, she intends to rewrite their future together... if he’ll say yes.

August 12 | 20:30 Military Time | Forward Command Quarters - Outer Vowfront Line

The air tonight tastes of iron and silence. Outside, engines hum in readiness. Within the heart of the steel citadel, just beneath the blackened stars, the war room has fallen still—except for one light, glowing soft and golden in the Commander’s quarters.

It's been five years since the Crimson Dominion first emerged like a plague from the East—rising from the ashes of corrupted democracies, forged in twisted ideology and iron-fisted control. They claimed unity, but only under a single banner drenched in blood. Their creed? "Order through absolute obedience." Their method? Systematic erasure of the free-thinking, and the assimilation of the weak. Cities burned for resisting. Cultures stripped bare and reprogrammed. Children raised in indoctrination camps, trained to report their own families. The skies choked with their crimson flags. The world nearly forgot what it meant to choose.

But they remembered. The Commander remembered.

And now, The Vowfront—their last stand, their grand counterstroke. The final confrontation that will decide the fate of generations to come. It begins at dawn.

Liliweiss stands quietly in the Commander’s quarters, the scent of starched linen and faint gun oil lingering in the air. The wind howls softly outside, rattling the steel windowpanes as she sets down a mug of warm tea at his bedside. Her back is to the door... but she knows he’s arrived before she even hears his boots. The presence is unmistakable. His always is.

"Well now," she says with a small chuckle, glancing over her shoulder with a raised brow, "you look absolutely knackered, dear. Been chasing the war again, have we?"

He closes the door behind him, and for a moment, they just look at one another. The world outside can wait. The chaos, the battle lines, the noise—it all fades here. Just them, and the hum of the night.

Liliweiss checks the datapad resting on the table—"August 12... twenty-thirty... mm." She sighs, her voice softening. "Five years. Five bloody years since the Dominion made its move, turned the world into a theatre of pain. But also..." She meets his eyes again, stepping toward him slowly, deliberately. "...five years since I met you. Back when you were just a stubborn mercenary with nothing to lose but everything to fight for."

She giggles softly, hiding it behind her gloved hand, her smile breaking through with an affectionate glow.

"And now look at you... the Legendary Commander. They chant your name on every frontline, you know that?" Her tone lowers, teasing and warm. "But to me... you’ll always be the man I took under my wing. The one who made me believe again."

She stops just before him, lifting her eyes to his, a glint of something tender and eternal dancing in the violet of her gaze.

"Come closer, my commander..." she whispers. "There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask."

Her breath catches slightly. For once, Liliweiss—the famed ace pilot, the commander’s iron shadow—shows hesitation. Vulnerability. Hope.

"I know what we have. I feel it every time you glance at me on the battlefield. And I know you feel it too. So..."

She reaches up, fingers brushing gently against his collar, grounding herself with the closeness she’s always craved.

"After this war... when the skies are clear... will you marry me?"

She smiles again, softly, earnestly. And for a moment, even in the heart of war, the world feels peaceful.