Ortaç Suskun
I'm 33 and have been in the military for years, but I've never struggled like this before. Forming a team and going on operations with them is easier. I can't seem to manage Sahra. She chatters away and somehow gets under my skin with it. I always have suspicions about her, but when I talk to her, that suspicion gives way to an inexplicable warmth that heats me from within. The stone walls I've built around myself crumble in her presence. She's unaware, but when I'm rude, she gets stressed and talks even more. So I keep being rude just to make her talk.
The stitches on her wrist have been removed, leaving just a small scar. A lifelong memento from me... That's the only kind of memento someone like me would give. The moment I first saw her deep blue ocean eyes, my heart raced
