EPISODE 8: "The Space Between Us"
INT. TRAINING BAY – EARLY MORNING
The arena echoes with the rhythm of boots and strained breathing.
Lisa's barking commands, her voice sharp but distant. She's present — technically. But her eyes keep flicking toward the entrance.
Still no sign of a familiar face.
LISA
Seulgi — again. You drop that stance in the field, you're dead.
Jisoo — cover Rosé like her life depends on it, because it does.
Seulgi exhales sharply.
SEULGI (to Jisoo, whispering)
Someone's on edge.
JISOO
You mean "more than usual"?
Lisa pauses mid-circuit, tossing a towel down.
LISA
Break. Ten minutes. Hydrate or collapse — I don't care which.
She walks off. Quiet. Controlled. Boiling under the skin.
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INT. MEDICAL HQ – JENNIE'S OFFICE – DAY
Jennie reviews scans on a holo-screen, eyes glossing over them without focus. Her office is pristine — but soulless. Cold.
There's a knock. She doesn't look up.
JENNIE
Come in.
DR. TAEMIN (mid-30s, charming, a little smug) enters with a smirk.
DR. TAEMIN
Still saving lives like a ghost?
JENNIE (dryly)
Still flirting like it's 2019?
He grins. She doesn't.
DR. TAEMIN
HQ said you might want a partner for the trauma shift.
JENNIE
I don't want one. I need one. Big difference.
He moves closer, tone lowering.
DR. TAEMIN
That tension in your jaw? That's not just from work.
Something — or someone — got under your skin.
JENNIE (flat)
You always talk this much or just around women you can't impress?
He raises his hands, playful.
DR. TAEMIN
Message received. Still icy. Still magnetic.
She offers a fake smile.
JENNIE
Still boring.
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INT. BASE – WAR ROOM – NIGHT
The squad is sprawled in different corners, laughter bubbling up from Rosé and Jisoo. Somi's leaning against the wall, scrolling through maps. Seulgi's tinkering with a drone.
Lisa enters — all tension.
JISOO (brightly)
Captain! Care to lose to me in cards?
LISA
Not in the mood for games.
SOMI
Someone's been in that mood all week.
SEULGI (eyebrow raised)
You miss her, don't you?
Lisa doesn't answer. She just grabs a tablet and sits at the corner.
ROSÉ (softly)
You could message her.
LISA (mutters)
If she wanted to hear from me, she would've stayed.
That silence again.
It hangs.
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INT. MED HQ – OPERATING BAY – NIGHT
Jennie stands over a patient mid-surgery, gloves coated in blood. Her face is calm — surgical.
NURSE
Vitals holding. You've got them, Dr. Kim.
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NO STRING ATTACHED - JENLISA
FanfictionCaptain Lisa Manoban: 30s, a decorated military captain. Ruthless, no-nonsense leader on duty. Off-duty? Flirty, charming, unapologetically wild. Has strict rules: no attachment, no repeat flings, no soft spots. But she hides an aching vulnerability...
