Scene 1: The Vanishing
Location: Camp Khidmat – Security Quarters
It took less than two hours for Kareem to disappear.
One moment, he was in the mess tent laughing over tea with a soldier. The next, gone—no trace, no goodbyes, not even his ID.
Zayan stormed into the security office. "Roll the surveillance footage from the past 12 hours."
Onscreen, Kareem's image flickered—calm, composed, walking toward the south gate at dusk. Then… a blackout. Camera feed cut. The same one wired through external command.
"It was deliberate," Zayan muttered. "He knew where to vanish."
Hana stood beside him, arms crossed. "He was watching us the whole time. Inside our camp, inside our lives."
Her voice shook, but her spine didn't.
Scene 2: Traces of Betrayal
Location: Zayan's Tactical Office
A team of soldiers combed through Kareem's tent. Hidden under a loose floorboard, they found encrypted radio parts, forged documents, and photos—of Zayan, of Hana, even of the operating theater.
Hana stared in disbelief.
"He knew my schedule. My patients. My rotations."
Zayan clenched his fists. "He was feeding them intel."
There was also a picture—one Hana had never seen before.
A photo of Zayan, taken months ago in a remote village. Someone had drawn a red "X" across his face.
"That's a hit order," Zayan said quietly. "He wasn't just spying."
Hana whispered, "He was planning your death."
Scene 3: The Confrontation
That night, rain slashed the camp again.
Zayan sat alone in the armory, checking weapons, cleaning gear, the tension building in his chest like a ticking bomb.
Hana entered without knocking.
"Say it," she said. "Whatever you've been holding in since Kareem vanished."
He didn't look up. "We let him in."
"No," she said, stepping closer. "You're blaming yourself, but this wasn't your fault. You can't protect everyone all the time."
"I should have," he snapped. "This is war, Hana. People die when we forget that."
"You're not a god, Zayan," she said softly. "You're a man—haunted, yes, but human."
His eyes finally met hers—tired, raw, burning.
And for a moment, the war outside faded, overtaken by the one in his heart.
Scene 4: Ghosts of the Past
Later, Zayan stood at the fence of the compound, the storm behind him, the desert in front. He pulled out the photo of his old unit again.
"I won't let it happen again," he whispered to the night. "Not to her."
Behind him, Hana watched from the shadows, unseen.
She had seen the way his shoulders slumped. She had heard the crack in his voice.
And she made a vow.
"I'll protect him too," she said silently.
They were no longer just doctor and soldier. They were something more now—something deeper. Woven by war, stitched by fire.
Scene 5: A Trail of Ashes
The next morning, news arrived.
A remote outpost 30 km north had been hit. A single message had been intercepted—encrypted but clear.
"The Eagle is wounded. Now go for the heart."
Zayan read it three times.
"They're coming here," he said. "They're targeting Hana."
But Hana was already ahead of him.
"I'm not leaving," she said. "This is my fight too."
Zayan stared at her, something in him breaking and rebuilding at the same time.
Then he said the words he never thought he would:
"Then we fight together."
[To be continued....]
Preview: Episode 8 – "The Heart of the Storm"
As the enemy closes in, Hana and Zayan prepare for the unthinkable. Secrets from Zayan's past resurface. A hidden mole is revealed. And in the eye of the storm, love becomes their only shield.