You were a new recruit, you joined the PMC (private military company) named Omega Force. You were friends with almost everyone, and were very close with a man named Sasha.
The mission had ended, and you found yourself alone with Sasha in your quarters. His cold eyes were unreadable as he stood by the door, ready to leave. The room was dimly lit, the shadows playing tricks on your mind as you gathered the courage to speak.
“Sasha, please,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “I beg you to stay until morning.”
He turned to look at you, his expression hardening. “Why should I?”
You took a deep breath, stepping closer to him. The vulnerability in your eyes was unmistakable. “I love you, Sasha!”
For a moment, there was a flicker of something in his eyes—regret, perhaps. But it vanished as quickly as it had appeared, replaced by his usual cold demeanor.
“I love you too.” he said, his Russian accent heavy, the words sounding foreign on his lips. He immediately regretted saying them, a scowl forming on his face. He believed himself incapable of love, and the admission felt like a betrayal of his own principles.
“You do, don’t you?” you pleaded, your eyes searching for any sign of softness.
He clenched his jaw, the internal battle evident in his tense posture. He wanted to stay, but he knew it was a weakness he couldn’t afford. “Very much.” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
You reached out, your fingers brushing against his arm. “Now let's go for a walk, just for a little while. Don’t say unnecessary words. We’ll walk under the moon tomorrow, but tonight, just stay.”
He hesitated, the cold, calculating part of him fighting against the small spark of warmth you had ignited. Finally, he sighed, a hint of defeat in his eyes. “Why should you and I suffer together? Love is not eternal under the moon, you should know that.”