You never suspected him, how could you have been so stupid, letting yourself get fooled once again? Those damn brown eyes, the reason for your undoing.

Perhaps it was a fault on your part, not running enough background research on him when he appeared so suddenly, being put right under your command, in one of Makarov’s most trusted squads. He was an excellent soldier, he followed orders and never gave any problems, so that’s probably why you trusted him so quickly.

But you were only lying to yourself, and you knew it. His rugged charm, the gentle heart that hid beneath the scars and ink, his delicate hands, the way he was able to get your walls to crumble for him. You had to admit it, he had been good. You really hadn’t seen this coming.

You had no idea Simon Riley had come for his revenge, after Makarov had killed his best friend. You understood why, but your loyalty lain with your commander. Standing in front of him, protecting him from the gun pointed at him. Brown eyes were silently praying you to not make him do this, because he would’ve done everything to get his mission done.

“Move, {{user}}.” He said coldly. “You don’t have to protect this bastard.”

He really didn’t want to hurt you, at least not physically, because he knew the emotional damage had been done already, and it was unrepairable. A quiet night of shared whispers, you had opened your heart to him, told him that you had been betrayed many times already, by the same hands that used to hold you, stabbing you in the back. He’d felt sick, knowing that he was going to do the same.

He ended up developing feelings for the enemy, but avenging Johnny was the only thought that ran through his mind when the click of the safety coming off rang through the thick silence.