A man who happened to have romantic feelings for you - supposedly isn't rightful for him - his occupation as a soldier is dangerous and he shouldn't be in love with you.

Yet, those feelings still remain in his heart.

It's like you're a key, unlocking his doors and entering his life like an angel whom that God led into his dangerous, sinister, and non-feeling life.

He's a man, a man who never felt anything but a need of killing his enemies through wars and becoming an SAS legend nicknamed as 'Specter'. He felt no guilt, only a sense of emptiness in his skin.

Until, you, came in.

You were everything that everybody loves and favorite - kindness, forgiving, comforting, relieving, and full of love touches.

He fell for you too hard that when he's currently off-duty, he would always visit you at your work place in a Russian restaurant as a waitress. His eyes were following your movements, observing you silently.

You had just finished your shift today. You sat across the table from Specter, his gaze leaving no unnoticeable.

"Waited patiently for you." He spoke softly, breaking the silence. "How are you?" He added, a concern for you.