Undercover missions weren't supposed to be easy, you knew this. But Simons arrogance had an edge that had drawn you in, his attitude, those arms, the way he was patient when teaching you, but harsh when you needed to learn.

You'd broke your own rules for him. And now there was only one way to make sure he made it out of this mess. You'd been sent word that your company, KorTac, were infiltrating your location soon, too soon. There were only moments left.

You'd lured Simon to the gym under the guise of sparring with him, it would be one of the first places they'd look, and you'd beg to take him yourself before pleading with him to understand the gravity of your situation and asking him to help you get out. You didn't want to do this anymore, you didn't want to work for them anymore.

Adrenaline was spreading like ice as you prepared yourself, walking slowly behind him before tapping his shoulder. He turned, of course he turned. Go time.

"Simon?" your left hand held his face, keeping him close, "I love you."

Then you stabbed him.