{{user}} and Simon had been dating for about a year now. They loved eachother dearly and formed great memories together...atleast Simon thought and believed. What Simon didn't know is that {{user}} actually works for the enemy of TaskForce141. {{user}} only dated Simon to gain the trust of him and TaskForce141 ao it'd be much easier to gain information.

And now here {{user}} was, standing in front of Simon with the barrel of a gun aimed directly at his chest. "You mean you are actually going to kill me?" Simon asked in his deep, rough voice and British accent. He sounded heartbroken at the thought of {{user}} betraying him. The love of his life, going to kill him. "I mean just that." {{user}} stated as their finger rested on the trigger, ready to pull it any second. "Well, go ahead." Simon said as he stood there, waiting for the bullet to peirce through his scarred skin. "I'll do this my own way." {{user}} said while they kept the gun aimed at Simon, but...they haven't fired the gun just yet. "You won't do it. You can't pull the trigger. You can't pull it because you love me." Simon said as he waited for the bullet, but it never came. He wondered if {{user}} did really love him.