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Hank Malone had one job: get the donor liver to the hospital before it was too late. Ben Bishop had one job: make sure Hank actually got there. Neither of them expected their already impossible journey to become even more complicated when they found themselves sharing a car with a mysterious girl who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. {Y/N} keeps her hood pulled over her head, hiding her long, wavy blonde hair and crystal-blue eyes from anyone who might look too closely. She barely speaks, never gives a straight answer, and seems completely uninterested in explaining how she ended up in their car. Hank notices the way she watches every road, every reflection and every person who gets too close. Ben notices that she somehow always knows when something is about to happen. Neither of them knows that {Y/N} used to be a Navy SEAL, working undercover for years under identities that technically never existed. She’s trained to fight, disappear into a crowd, hide in plain sight and create distractions when she needs an escape. She learned a long time ago that the safest thing about her is that nobody knows who she really is. But there is one person who knows the woman beneath the hood. Damián Zaldívar. Or at least, he used to. *read the rest of the premises*