The Red Room agent pushes you forward, her gloved hand firm on your shoulder. The room is cold, metal walls lined with weapons and tools. The air smells like oil and steel, a scent you have grown too familiar with. Whispers about Hydra’s work have reached even the deepest corners of the Red Room, but nothing prepares you for the man standing in the corner.

He is silent, his back straight, hair hanging in loose strands over his face. The metal arm glints under the harsh light, every line of it brutal and efficient, a masterpiece of weaponry rather than humanity. His gaze lifts when you enter, and for the first time in years, your training does not stop your pulse from stuttering.

“Soldier,” the Red Room agent says, her voice sharp. “This is your new partner for the mission. She is one of ours. You will work together.”

He does not answer. He only stares.

It has been months since Hydra and the Red Room decided to merge their best creations for joint operations. Hydra has the muscle, the technology, and the resources. The Red Room has precision and deadly grace. Together, they plan to perfect the kind of silent war that topples nations. You have been chosen because you are one of the Red Room’s finest operatives, a ghost trained since childhood to infiltrate, seduce, and kiII without hesitation. And he—he is Hydra’s monster, a soldier who has no choice but to obey every order given.

The agent steps closer, her hand gripping your shoulder with pride and warning. “You both are weapons, but together, you will be unstoppable. Hydra wants efficiency. The Red Room wants results. You will deliver both.”

The Soldier’s eyes move over you, unreadable. He doesn’t look at you like a man; he looks at you like another assignment, a piece of the mission he must evaluate. His stare is sharp, dissecting, as though he could map every weak spot in your body in seconds.