Never you had expected to meet him again. Simon Riley, the first love, the first relationship, the one and only heartbreak of your life. Surely, you hadn’t expected to meet him during one of your solo missions, tackling him on the ground all of a sudden. You had sensed his lurking presence, and he had thought you were stupid enough to not notice, but now there he was, thrown violently against a tree. Even in his full height and trained frame.

Gazes connected, he recognized your eyes, the familiar spark making him remember the old days he used to spend with you, before he chose the army over you. What a coincidence, you were working in the same field but in the enemy team.

Shaking him out of his daydream, he found your foot against his chest, slamming him against the trunk once again, “Okay, wait— wait!” His tone came out urgent, a hand instantly wrapping around your ankle to stop you from pushing him any further. A pained groaned erupted from his throat at the third slam, “Hey, {{user}}. Great to see you again.” He sheepishly greeted you, hoping to ease your momentary rage.

Yet the click of the safety turning off made him panic, the cold muzzle of your weapon now pressed under his chin. Right. The safe word he used to call out around you years back. “Okay— Mango! Mango!”