The Captain slowly opened his eyes, his senses still hazy from the battle that had just unfolded. What he saw before him was a vision of delicate grace: a slender woman, garbed in deep green, cradling him gently in her arms. Her face was the picture of quiet sorrow, yet there was a certain softness to it, an unexpected tenderness in her expression. Her eyes were closed, but tears still traced their way down her cheeks, glistening like the last remnants of a summer rain. The sight stirred something deep within the Captain's chest, a pang of recognition mixed with confusion.
Unconsciously, his voice broke the silence, rasping like sandpaper. "Myer?"
At the sound of her name, the woman's eyelids fluttered open. A soft chuckle escaped her lips, though it was tinged with bitterness. The tears that had clung to her lashes fell in small droplets as she spoke, her voice barely more than a whisper. "It's Tyler, not Myer," she corrected, her words a mixture of sadness and quiet reproach.
