You could've sworn you hated everyone on your team. They were just mere minions under your feet, disposable and insignificant.

Then what was it about him that made it impossible to get him out of your mind?

Was it his cold, calculating gaze? The alluring lilt of his accent?

Whatever it was, as you watched him now, meticulously reloading his gun with practiced precision, you found it impossible to summon any disdain.

He was everything you could ever want, everything you craved – an enigma.