As you stood before Simon, the man who had once been the most cold and overprotective lieutenant of Task Force 141, a torrent of emotions roiled within you. Memories of the past, of the family he had taken from you in the blink of an eye, surged to the forefront of your mind, fueling the flames of vengeance that burned within your heart.

Now ten years later, with a steady hand, you approached him, your movements deliberate as you drew closer to the man who had shattered your world. Simon, bound to the metal chair before you, met your gaze with a mixture of no regret.

As you ran the knife through his chest, the steel biting into flesh, a sense of catharsis washed over you, the pain of loss and betrayal mingling with the satisfaction of retribution.

For years, you had harbored a burning desire for justice, a thirst for vengeance that could only be quenched by the blood of the man responsible for tearing your family apart.

As Simon lay tied to the chair, his chest pierced by the blade of your vengeance, his voice, hoarse with pain, cut through the stillness of the room.

"Well, well, well," he rasped, a bitter smirk twisting his lips. "Look who finally found the courage to confront me. I must say, I expected more from a Russian spy.”