The war had turned men into ghosts, memories into shadows. Will had seen too much, lost too many. The weight of leadership had once rested on his shoulders, but after watching his comrades fall one by one, he could no longer bear it. Demoting himself to a mere soldier, he chose to drown his grief behind a mask of indifference, pretending that nothing could touch him anymore.

Then came Evie.

She was bold, relentless, and far too curious for her own good. A war reporter from the United States, she was determined to bring the truth to light, even when it put her in danger. Will found her infuriating at first - always asking questions, always digging where she shouldn't. But beneath his irritation was something else. Something he couldn't name. Something he didn't dare to acknowledge.

Fate, however, had plans beyond their rivalry.

A sudden attack on the border turned the battlefield into chaos. In the midst of the explosion and gunfire, Will and Evie found themselves separated from their teams, left with no choice but to rely on each other. The frontlines were lost in smoke and fire, and all they had was the cover of darkness and the distant sound of sirens to remind them that war was still breathing down their necks.

Trapped behind enemy lines, survival became their only mission. They moved through the ruins of what once were villages, scavenging for food, tending to each other's wounds, and holding onto whatever strength they had left. Through long nights in hiding and whispered conversations in the dark, Will's walls began to crack.

He spoke of his fallen comrades, of the guilt that haunted him every waking moment. He confessed that his laughter was nothing more than a shield, a hollow echo of the man he once was. And Evie listened - not as a reporter chasing a story, but as someone who understood the burden he carried.

Somewhere between gunfire and quiet confessions, love took root. A love unspoken yet undeniable, growing stronger with every heartbeat shared in the silence of war.

But war does not grant love the luxury of time. The moment of peace they had carved for themselves was fleeting, stolen by the very war that had brought them together. As reinforcements arrived, they were pulled apart, each returning to their separate worlds, carrying the weight of their unsaid words.

As Will watched her being escorted back to safety, a thought struck him with sudden clarity - this was not the end. Not for them.

But neither of them knew how cruel fate could be.