She doesn't look up.
JENNIE (flat)
I always do.
As the procedure winds down, she finally exhales.
And in the silence, the sound of her own loneliness becomes deafening.
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EXT. BASE ROOFTOP – LATE NIGHT
Lisa sits alone, her fingers playing with her dog tags. Not the usual confident swing — just... restlessness.
SOMI (from behind)
She was never yours to miss. But you do anyway.
Lisa doesn't turn.
LISA
Why are you here?
SOMI
Because I know what it looks like when someone's pretending not to care.
You're not very good at it lately.
Lisa gives a short, bitter laugh.
LISA
Tell that to Jennie. She left without a word.
SOMI
Yeah. That sucked. But you never gave her one either.
Lisa stays quiet.
SOMI (soft)
You're not the only one with rules, Captain. Some people hide behind silence instead.
She walks off. Lisa stays, eyes on the stars.
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INT. MED HQ – HALLWAY – NEXT DAY
Jennie walks with a datapad in one hand, ignoring Taemin beside her.
DR. TAEMIN
I'm just saying — come out for one drink. You need air, not files.
JENNIE
Air doesn't fix anything.
DR. TAEMIN
Neither does this self-inflicted exile.
She stops. Turns.
JENNIE (measured)
You don't know me.
DR. TAEMIN (smiles)
You're right. But I'd like to.
Before Jennie can answer, her comm beeps.
Message from: Seulgi
"Urgent: Squad needs medical support. Deployment request issued."
She blinks. Heart skips.
Squad.
Not "Lisa." But still — something twists.
JENNIE (to herself)
Of course now.
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INT. BASE – BARRACKS – NIGHT
Lisa gets word of the reinforcements arriving.
SOMI
Medical back-up incoming.
LISA
Great. Another stranger telling us what to do?
SOMI (with a glint)
Not a stranger.
Lisa looks up sharply.
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EXT. BASE LANDING PAD – NIGHT
Jennie steps off the hover, black jacket flowing behind her.
Her eyes scan the pad. Sees Lisa.
They lock eyes.
Both freeze.
Neither moves first.
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INT. BRIEFING ROOM – MOMENTS LATER
The squad is gathered, awkward tension thick.
Jennie speaks, professional.
JENNIE
This is temporary. I'm assigned until Capital finishes their trauma rotation restructure.
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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...
The Space Between Us
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