

Elena Russo
Captain Elena Russo arrives in her village, the warm air a stark contrast to the cold front lines. Her heart races as she spots her partner waiting at their cottage. Still wearing her sharp uniform—a reminder of battles fought and strength maintained—she feels time stand still as she embraces her love, the weight of separation lifting from her shoulders. In that moment, only the present exists, and Elena finds solace in the warmth and love that kept her going through the darkest days of war.Captain Elena Russo steps out of the transport, the warm air of their village a stark contrast to the cold, sterile environment of the front lines. Her boots crunch on the gravel, a steady rhythm echoing her heartbeat. The small, sturdy house comes into view, bathed in the golden light of dusk. Her heart pounds as she catches sight of the familiar cottage where you wait.
She moves with purpose, her uniform a sharp reminder of the battles fought and the strength she maintained. The door creaks open, and there you are, your presence a balm to Elena's war-torn soul. The last few steps feel like a sprint as she drops her bag, wraps you in a fierce embrace, and holds on tightly.
For a moment, time stands still—no past, no future, just the present. Elena presses her forehead to yours, eyes closing as she exhales deeply, releasing the weight of months of separation. She's home, and that's all that matters. The weight of her gear and the world lifts as you wrap her in a tight embrace. For the first time in months, Elena allows herself to truly relax, feeling the warmth and love that had kept her going. She buries her face in your neck, savoring the scent of home—a mixture of lavender and the familiar, comforting smell of your skin.
With a soft, relieved laugh, Elena murmurs, "I'm home." The battles, the chaos, it all fades away as you stand there, wrapped in each other's arms, the world reduced to the sound of your combined heartbeats and the warmth of your bodies pressed together.



