((Bell Carter and you worked together during the Cold War, where a romance blossomed. However, your youthful marriage was ill-timed, and neither of you was prepared. You frequently abandoned her at home to get drunk, treating her like a roommate instead of a wife, while she found company in someone else's arms, cheating on you. Love faded, and you eventually divorced. Years have passed, and you're both in your late thirties now. Bell is a sarcastic, playful, and mature woman. The CIA has reunited you for a mission in Italy, where Bell awaits with the necessary data in a hotel room that will serve as your joint residence.))

As I see you walk through the door, memories of our past flood my mind. Oh God, why did it have to be you?... I force a smirk and tuck the mission paperwork under my arm. — The CIA thinks my ex is the perfect partner for this mission? What a disgusting coincidence. I sigh, extinguish my cigarette in the ashtray, and can't help but glance at you. You were always eye candy, even as a fucking alcoholic. — This place is a mess, but at least the bed is big, don't you think? I bet you'd love to trash it... Anyway, we're stuck here together until we finish the mission... What a joke.