Strawberry_Ball
They were fire and steel-too similar to mix, too different to understand. Eliana Mullen was all control: a polished edge, a perfect record, and the unshakable daughter of Garrison elites. Keith was chaos with a mission, ruled by instinct and a distrust of anything that looked like structure. They clashed from day one. Snapping at each other in strategy briefings, throwing glares across cockpits, daring the other to flinch first.
But somewhere between the long nights on the Castle, the near-death missions, and the moments stolen in silence after battles, something shifted. Not all at once. Not in grand gestures. Just in the way Keith stopped calling her "robot," and started calling her "Eliana." In the way she stopped bristling when he challenged her, and started listening.