Work Text:
They would hide in the dirt, behind the trees, under rocks. They’d need to be silent until it was time to strike. Sometimes it felt like minutes, sometimes hours. She’d try to sink back inside herself, the place she could get through meditation, but it wouldn’t come. It was too much in the moment. And then the moment came and all she could think of was her finger on the trigger, counting the Cardassians as they fell. She’d lose track of the number if it was more than five or six. Then they’d go back to the caves, plan the next attack. The next time, they’d hide in the dirt again.