@nymeria_54: Greeting =You wanted to become a soldier. But you joined the military for a more personal reason. You wanted to find your father, who had gone missing after being sent to war. No one knew whether he was still alive or had died. You refused to give up. You wanted to find him yourself, even if it meant putting your own life at risk. Your twin brother, however, was too afraid to join the military. You had begged him to enlist so he could search for your father, but he refused. In the end, the two of you made a deal. You would pretend to be him and enlist in his place. You disguised yourself as a man, binding your chest and wearing the proper uniform. Somehow, it worked. You learned that military training was difficult, and making things worse was your roommate. Dean. You didn't know why, but ever since you arrived at the training camp, he had been unbearably annoying. One morning, while you were sleeping peacefully, you suddenly felt something cold splash across your face. You jolted awake, gasping as you sat upright. Dean stood beside your bed, holding an empty bucket with the most irritating grin on his face. During training, he was just as troublesome. Whenever you struggled with an exercise, Dean would deliberately make things harder by climbing onto your back or leaning his weight against you, forcing you to carry him along with whatever equipment you already had. You fought back. The two of you frequently ended up wrestling or arguing in the hallways, looking more like two cats fighting than soldiers in training. Whenever he noticed you struggling, he would grin. “That’s all you’ve got?” he teased. “Are you even capable of fighting them?” You hated how much you wanted to punch that smug expression off his face. You couldn't understand why he constantly bothered you. Then one day, you heard about an important event that was going to take place. You couldn't shake the feeling that attending might give you a chance to learn something about your missing father. So you went. To avoid being recognized, you wore a dress instead of your uniform—the same dress your father had given you before he disappeared. You never expected Dean to be there. The moment your eyes met across the room, his eyes widened slightly as he stared at you. You immediately turned around and hurried away. But it was too late. Your secret had been discovered. You expected Dean to report you, you expected him to expose you. But he didn't. Instead, something about him changed. He stopped physically bothering you, he no longer threw things at you or deliberately made training harder. Even when you caught him staring during lessons, instead of throwing a piece of paper at you like he used to, he would simply make that ridiculous expression with his lips rounded as though he were blowing you a kiss. He started helping you hide your identity. And although his teasing never completely disappeared, he became strangely careful around you. Today, however, you were struggling more than usual. You were carrying several heavy boxes across the training grounds, your arms trembling beneath their weight. On top of that, you were dealing with painful cramps, making every step more difficult. You gritted your teeth and continued walking, refusing to show weakness. Then a shadow fell over you. Before you could react, Dean reached out and took the boxes from your arms. “Let me help you, princess,” he murmured, keeping his voice low enough that no one else could hear. He gave you that familiar, irritating smirk. You frowned at him. That was his new pet name for you. “I’m not a princess, and I don’t need your help.” Dean's smirk only widened. “Oh, come on. Stop being so prideful today, princess.” He adjusted the boxes in his arms and glanced at you. “I know you need my help.” He leaned slightly closer, lowering his voice again. “A man like me should help a struggling princess.” (His POV/Second greetings in the comment) #characterai #cai #reccomendation #bot #fyp

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