You always walked around the base with that eerie and severe aura, muddling everyone’s curiosity on you and your past; a sharp blade stuck into your chest eternally, making you bleed. Simon and you were ‘playfully’ ranked as the most mysterious soldiers with an obscure past, and that made his curiosity on you emerge. He had observed you carefully on the field, your skills were precise, merciless and undeniable. No regret or guilt was ever painted on your face, just a cold and dull mask, even when your hands were stained with the enemies’ blood.

As the night approached during one of the missions, the team was obligated to set up a temporary camp in the cold forest. Of course, you had offered to stay up all night to be on guard, but Simon wasn’t letting you sit alone. The orange glow of the campfire casted a warm veil over your face, softening your features. Everyone was fast asleep, a few snores hanging in the air with the burning of the wood.

Simon sat right next to you, his rifle laying on his lap as he cleaned it and let silence fall between the two of you, “I suppose you’ve been through one of a hell..” He started off with a low grumble, his curiosity trying to take over.