Scene 1: A Fragile Calm
The skies over Camp Khidmat were unusually clear. No helicopters. No gunshots. No alarms. Just stillness.
Inside the medical tent, Dr. Hana Mir worked quietly, updating patient records. The walls were lined with charts, IV poles, and the soft buzz of the generator. But her thoughts weren't with her patients.
They were with Zayan.
Across the camp, he was back in uniform—arm still wrapped, leg still limping, but eyes sharp again. Watching. Listening. Guarding.
But today, his guard seemed... heavier.
When Hana spotted him at the mess tent, she joined him with two steel mugs of chai. She slid one toward him.
"Still don't like sugar in it, soldier?"
He took a sip and gave her a tired smile. "Not since basic training. They said sugar makes you slow. I've been bitter ever since."
She chuckled, but something in his face made her pause.
"What's wrong?"
He lowered his voice. "Command intercepted a leak. Someone inside this camp is feeding intel to the enemy. Coordinates. Schedules."
Hana's eyes widened. "You think it's... one of us?"
"I don't want to. But the transmissions are coming from inside. I've been asked to investigate—quietly."
She leaned closer. "Then you're not just recovering anymore."
"No. I'm hunting ghosts."
Scene 2: Whispers and Warnings
That night, Zayan searched quietly.
He watched from shadows, reviewed shift rosters, studied supply logs. And he noticed something off.
Nurse Sameer, always on the radio.Logistics Officer Qadeer, working late when no one else was around.Civilian Translator Kareem, suddenly missing for three days, now back with no explanation.
The deeper he looked, the more tangled it became.
Meanwhile, Hana tried to focus on her work—but fear was spreading like infection.
What if the traitor sabotaged the clinic?What if Zayan was right—and danger was already inside?
Scene 3: A File That Shouldn't Exist
While searching for anesthesia stock reports, Hana came across a folder marked with Zayan's old unit number. Inside were printouts—radio logs, mission briefings, and something chilling:
A map of Camp Khidmat, marked with red zones and time codes.
The times matched the explosions from two weeks ago.
She grabbed the file and ran.
"Zayan!" she burst into his quarters, panting. "Look at this."
He flipped through the pages, his face darkening.
"This isn't medical. This is surveillance."
Hana's voice cracked. "Someone planned every hit. Every blast. And they're using hospital documents to hide the data."
Zayan stared at the final page.
It had both their names on it.
"You were next," he whispered. "So was I."
Scene 4: Truth in the Dark
Later that night, Zayan crept into the generator room where the camp's internal comms were patched. Hidden behind crates, a small transmitter blinked red.
He wasn't alone.
Officer Qadeer stood over it, speaking into a headset.
Zayan stepped out, gun drawn. "Step away from the radio."
Qadeer froze. "You don't understand—"
"I understand betrayal."
Suddenly, Qadeer lunged.
The struggle was fast and brutal. Zayan slammed him into the wall, knocking the transmitter loose. Sparks flew.
Qadeer fell unconscious.
But the damage was done.
The signal was sent.
Scene 5: Lines They Can't Cross
By morning, Camp Khidmat was on full lockdown. Qadeer was in custody. The transmitter destroyed. But the message he sent? They didn't know where it went—or who was coming.
Hana stood beside Zayan as he re-wrapped his arm.
"You should rest," she said softly.
"So should you."
They sat in silence for a while, listening to the wind rattle the canvas.
"I don't want to lose you," she said suddenly.
Zayan's eyes met hers. "You won't."
"You don't know that."
"I do." He took her hand, threading his fingers through hers. "Because if there's one thing I've learned here—it's that not all battles are fought with bullets."
"And not all wounds are physical," she whispered.
They leaned into each other, their foreheads touching again.
But just as peace settled, a soldier ran into the tent.
"Major! A convoy's been hit five kilometers east. We've got wounded incoming. And we think it was meant for us."
Zayan stood.
Hana was already reaching for her gloves.
And just like that, love stepped aside—for duty.
[To be continued....]
Preview: Episode 6 – "The Storm That Follows"
A new enemy makes their presence known. With the camp under threat, Hana and Zayan must split up to lead two missions—one to save lives, and one to prevent more deaths. But fate has its own plan.