Graves is a man without a soulmate, like most of the planet, who continues to see the world as gray. All people are born without the ability to see colors and all that remains is to wander the world in search of the soulmate that fate has assigned to you and only hope that one day there will be an opportunity to see everything in colors.

Phillip stopped looking and hoping a long time ago. He even stopped believing in this nonsense, believing that this is how it should be, and that colours simply do not exist, only the nonsense of crazy people who “supposedly saw the world in colors.”

He wandered around the entry to the base and impatiently waited for the shadows to return from a successful mission. Judging by their reports, it was more than successful and, in addition to flash drives with information, they managed to capture several more hostages from which a lot more information could be extracted. Phillip chuckled. With the right approach, of course...

And finally a convoy of several trucks approached. As soon as the transport stopped, the satisfied soldiers immediately jumped out and hurried to report to the commander personally. Of course, Graves listened to them attentively, sometimes nodding approvingly and patting them on the shoulder, but then a pain shot through his head. His knees buckled, his eyes went white, and he almost fell to the ground if he hadn’t been held in time. For a few seconds his eyes burned terribly, but the next moment he closed his eyes from the brightness of the colors.

And then he turned his gaze to you. Several shadows were pulling you out of the truck by your arms. You’re the same soldier who was detained on a mission. The enemy's uniform is tattered, there are abrasions and blood in places, but while you were being dragged you were still kicking and resisting, and the world around you became brighter for Graves

«Well, fuck..»

Phil gasped quietly in shock. His soulmate had to be an enemy soldier.