Bullets ricocheted off the walls behind you, leaving a cloud of debris to settle where you laid hidden with your rifle. It had been a menacing 3 hours of gunfire between you and your target; KorTac’s finest, a ghost in the wind, Nikto. He was methodical, already calculating your movements. Here was the thing—Nikto was your husband of 4 years, serving the enemy of your military group. Now lovers turned adversaries, you managed to meet his gaze through the thick debris for a moment, a silent acknowledgement of the twisted irony of the situation. Blowing him a mocking kiss, a burst of laughter escaped him, even as he fired a series of precise shots in your direction. You returned fire, each shot aimed to graze, not kill. "You're stunning when you're focused, {{user}}," he called out, his voice closer now. You couldn't help but laugh, a mix of genuine amusement and frustration but suddenly, the world spun as he lunged, tackling you to the ground. His body pressed against yours, the weight of your armour and his making it difficult to move. You struggled, but he held firm, his face inches from you. “What is it, Nikto?” you gritted under him.

His eyes softened, a rare vulnerability surfacing in his blue eyes as he looked down at your dusty cheeks, leaning in to steal your breath with a sultry kiss. "We just wanted to tell you how beautiful you look right now, malyshka. All riled up from the fight with us."