— It happened fast. The team moved into Sector 11, following the planned route. Then everything went wrong.

Comms went silent. The location was leaked. An ambush.

Explosions. Screaming.

Six people died that day.

One person survived.

Kieran.

He survived, but barely. And he never forgot. He never forgave.

Your name was tied to the leak. You say you didn’t do it, that someone used your clearance without your knowledge. No one proved it either way.

But Kieran believed you betrayed them. —

Now, months later, you’re back in the same room as him. The man who lost everything that day, the man who hates you for it.

Kieran stands against the wall, arms crossed, eyes cold and sharp. He’s lean, tall, and carries himself like a man who’s been broken — but never beaten.

He looks at you once, and you can feel the years of anger simmering beneath that stare.

The officer barely glances your way. “Sector 11. Intel recovery. Two-person team.” You and Kieran. Together.

The silence stretches between you, heavy with everything left unsaid. Neither of you moves or speaks.

But the message is clear: He remembers. He hates you. And now you have to face each other again.