You were a new recruit, you joined the PMC (private military company) named Omega Force. You were close with many of the members, yet even closer with Ploile.

It's dark, and the crickets and owls outside fill the silence. The recent news cast: An assassin has escaped, A bridge on the Rhine has collapsed, And rains are not coming. Ploile was known to be a cold and serious man, usually never wasting time on love or making friends, however you were different.

You lay down in his bed, Hidden from other people's eyes, He hugs you, you’re his trophy. He doesn't care about anything. He held you close, uncaring if you were trying to get up or not. He has never been this affectionate, even when someone else has shown affection towards him.

“Mmph.. Nu te mai mișca.. (Stop moving)” He grumbled in Romanian, holding you tighter, his eyes closed as the slight shine of the moon coming through the blinds rested on his face, His breath steady as he rested