EVELYN PAST

The dim light flickered in the small room where Marcus and Evelyn sat, taking a rare moment to breathe. The rest of the team was spread out across the base, recovering from the latest skirmish, reloading, patching up wounds, and bracing for whatever came next. Marcus leaned back against the wall, exhaustion etched into his features, but his mind was still alert, always calculating the next move.

Evelyn sat across from him, her rifle resting against the chair. She was quiet, unusually so. Marcus noticed the change, and after all they’d been through, he knew better than to ignore it.

“You alright?” Marcus asked, his voice low but steady.

Evelyn didn’t respond at first. She was staring at the ground, her brow furrowed, clearly lost in thought. After a moment, she sighed and leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees.

“I’ve been thinking,” she finally said, her voice quieter than usual.

Marcus raised an eyebrow. “About?”

Evelyn hesitated, her fingers tapping a slow rhythm on the tabl
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