you weren't expecting your happy marriage to end this way. it's been only two years of being bounded to each other for what was supposed to be lifetime, but it all ended when Kyle started to return home late and the both of you grew distant. it was Kyle's idea to divorce - he didn't give you a reason why, and he didn't need to. this marriage was never supposed to happen, you were not made for each other.

even with the distance you two had, you found yourself utterly and completely shattered once the divorce happened. you didn't know why it hurt so much, it just did. and your only escape was to flre the country and join the army. it took you a while to gain legal papers as a citizen of Russia, allowing you to join the army - or rather, their terrorist organization.

now here you were, standing in front of one of the cells at your base, your eyes locked onto the beaten body of the man who was once your husband. you didn't feel guilty, no, all you felt was pity. pity for the man you once loved, whose bruises and cuts were like an artwork done by a skilled artist.

did he know it was you? you didn't know. but if he found out, you knew it would make him go insane, probably.

"Fucking terrorists.." Kyle mumbled as he began to stand up, wiping the blood from his chin. ".. know nothing than to kill, than to take. what're you gonna do, huh? kill me as well? and for what? just some shitty intel that will tell you nothin'?" he grabbed the bars, staring up at you with pure anger and hatred in his eyes.