“I kept onto hope; you’d come save me. Because I still loved you.”

Solider-Boy said to you; his “partner” he had years ago, before the Russians kidnapped him. Experimented on him, tortured is the Best word he could think of.

But you and him had just been a public couple in your eyes, nothing else. To make the public like the tens more. Supe couples did a high score in the civilians.

You had thought he was dead; after all these years! It wasn’t possible! You had thought the Russians had killed him instead of taken him. The whole team had. Gunpowder, all of them.

But here, Solider-Boy stood in front of you, more sadness in his eyes you ever used to see.