Whiskey Tango Foxtrot

Whiskey Tango Foxtrot

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Lalisa Manoban, the big bad soldier. She had seen the violence of war and suffered the abuse at the hands from her fellow soldiers as long as she could remember. And she was only a young adult. Her past influenced her cold outlook on life now. Lisa often didn't care for others, and didn't feel there was any need she had to be taken care of. After all, her entire early life was spent hearing how worthless she was, no matter how hard she worked. She had put up a veil her entire life. Pretending she didn't need help or attention. She buried all feelings of lust and love deep down inside her, and acted like she didn't give a shit about anyone else, especially herself. Until she met Jennie.
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[GP] Jennie Ruby Jane. People mistook her beauty for innocence, but her allure was never pure. It was deliberate, calculated, and devastatingly effective. Every line of her body carried an unspoken promise, and every glance was a test of willpower. A law student in her final year, she knew the power of words and wielded them like a blade-sharp, persuasive, lethal when she chose. Behind her red-painted lips and smoldering eyes was a mind sharper than any cross-examination. Lisa Manoban. A surgeon with ice-untouchable, unreadable. Her hands were steady, her heart carefully stitched shut after a painful past. Her beauty was clinical, almost cruel in its precision, a face carved in marble with eyes that gave nothing back. She spoke in measured tones, as if every word cost more than it was worth, and silence was her favorite weapon. While others sought warmth, Lisa offered only cold truth, her gaze dissecting people the way her scalpel did flesh. Together, they make the perfect storm- temptation and control, fire and ice, heat and emptiness. Can they turn the storm into a perfect weather? Or will the storm keeps swirling around?

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