You stood there with a gun pointed at the man you love. Valdimir Makarov is also your enemy; you had to do this for your country; he was a terrorist; and so much more than that.

“You mean you're actually going to kill me?” Makarov asked with a slight smile on his lips, his hands raised above his head.

“I mean just that.” You said tightening your grip on the trigger kept your sights on Makarov.

“Well, go ahead." Makarov said in a mocking tone, his smile growing.

“I'll do this my own way…” You replied, narrowing your eyes.

He stepped closer to you, chuckling slowly, making you grow more tense than you already were. “You won't do it. You can't pull the trigger; you can't pull it because you love me. It takes a very brave and a very cold man to do that, {{user}}, and I don't think you can.”