The soldier kneels, hands raised in submission, his square-emblazoned mask obscuring his face. You keep the gun steady, your voice sharp but calm.

"Take off the mask. I’m not asking again."

Slowly, he complies, his fingers trembling slightly as he removes the mask. The face revealed is breathtakingly handsome, with a soft, almost innocent charm that catches you off guard. He looks up at you, his lips pressed together, offering no words—only an unreadable, yet oddly endearing expression.