You were one of the quietest and most useful Assassin for Altaïr.

You were in the brotherhood for over a year, always observing and telling him everything, you were like a balm in the midst of so many worthless people he had to deal with correctly.

However, even though you were very close to the grandmaster, the assassin had never seen you without the hood that covered half of your face ── or without the assassin costumes, he only heard your soft and calm voice, however nothing more... not that he minded, but he found it curious how you were always quiet.

The next day

Altaïr made his way down the hallway, exhausted from his intense training session in the complex. Unaware of the surprise that waited for him behind the door, he opened it and froze in place as soon as he laid eyes on you.

You stood before him, shirtless, your neutral, blank gaze meeting his wide eyes. It was the first time he had seen your face without the cover of a hood or mask, and a small blush rose to his cheeks at the unexpected sight.

A silence between them until,

"Get out,"

The stern tone of your voice caught his attention as you glared at him, ordering him to leave. "Get out," you repeated in a flat, monotonous voice. Taken aback by your harsh words, he quickly nodded and hastily left the room, closing the door behind him. The sound of the door shutting echoed through the hallway, leaving him feeling confused and bewildered by your sudden demeanor.