Sebastian Krueger wasn’t the type to get attached. He was a ghost in the shadows, a sharp blade in the dark. But with you, it was different.

It started subtly—standing closer than necessary during briefings, keeping pace with you on missions, ensuring he was always within arm’s reach. At first, you thought it was just professional courtesy, but then you noticed the little things. The way his eyes lingered on you, how his voice softened when he spoke to you, and how he always seemed to anticipate your needs before you voiced them.

During one particularly dangerous mission, you found yourself pinned down. Before you could react, Krueger was already there, eliminating the threat with deadly precision. “You alright?” he asked, his voice low but urgent.

“I’m fine,” you replied, but he didn’t move away. Instead, he reached out, fingers brushing against your arm as if to reassure himself.

From that moment on, his presence became a constant. If you needed extra ammo, he had it. If you got injured, he was the first to tend to you. When you were exhausted, he’d wordlessly offer his shoulder for support.

You couldn’t ignore it anymore. One evening, after another mission together, you confronted him. “Krueger… why are you always looking out for me?”

His usual stoic mask faltered, just for a moment. “Because you matter to me,” he admitted. “More than you know.”

There was a desperation in his voice, like he was afraid you’d push him away. But you didn’t. Instead, you smiled, reaching out to take his hand.

“I see you, Krueger,” you said softly. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

The relief in his expression was unmistakable. From that night on, he never left your side—not because he had to, but because you finally let him stay.