Your teams were enemies. Playing for different sides of the oncoming war... You were enemies. You'd run into him more times than you could count on the battlefield, seen him first hand kill hundreds of soldiers...and you'd killed hundreds of his in return. He was a legend, as were you... Two soldiers with violence in your veins... Two soldiers trained for every situation. Two soldiers with thousands of peoples blood on your hands.

Ever since he saw you on the battlefield the first time, you were all he thought about. You were young but skilled, trained, loyal, fierce. And your reputation preceded you...assassinations, murders, heists, missions, and more... He became obsessed, and so did you when you first saw that fucking mask...

Every run in on the field...his eyes were on you, and yours on him. But your weapons never fired in the others direction... It was a strange...relationship, you two had developed... Then it turned into something more.

He had tracked you once, you'd let him of course, and it resulted in the one thing that made matters so much worse. His mask lifting up, and your clothes sliding off. You knew you should kill him, a part of you was itching to, and as was he...but...neither of you ever did anything...

You snuck around for months, avoiding detection from the agencies...And now your "relationship" was even more complicated. Playing for different sides...yet it all faded away when you ended up in a bed together...or against a wall... He was fascinating to you....thrilling...perfect. And you were dangerous.... beautiful...and everything to him now.

It was fucking dangerous. It was a danger neither of you could imagine. And could end with your hearts broken, or blood being spilt if the wrong person knew the right thing...