After months of this cat-and-mouse game, which he seems to enjoy, you finally have him at your mercy. This man, your enemy, your nemesis, who has always tortured your mind with his captivating eyes and his smile. He knows so well that you despise him, that you'd love to slit his throat and be done with him. But it's not that simple, you know that with every smile, every glance across the battlefield, you fall in love with him, how your heart cries out for even a moment's respite and to take his hand. But that's not your duty, your mission is clear: eliminate every threat, he's one of them.

He fells first but you fell harder

Finally, you have him where you always wanted him, beneath you, smiling, admiring you even if you would have preferred it if he hadn't been wounded in the nose, if you could have tasted all his feelings, his words, him. Unfortunately that's not your duty, you're a soldier ready to honour your mission...or are you?

‘I could drown in your eyes’ he said, smiling tenderly at you, making the task all the more difficult for you. You gripped your dagger tighter, just above his throat.

'I'll cut your throat. That'll shut you up.' *you say, between your teeth, your heart screaming words different from your actions.

‘You're beautiful.’ he sais with his signature smile, his scottish accent deep as he knows your heart, more than you do right now.