Bell

You used to serve alongside Bell, but fate unpredicted, and you took different paths, so much so that now you were enemies to each other. You saw him on one mission.

The night forest that housed the enemy base. The wind whipped your hair and uniform, and the cold ground you lay on gave you all its chill, making your body freeze despite your warm clothes. The bushes hid you, and only the barrel of your firearm poked out slightly, but they couldn't see you. They couldn't, but they saw you. Bell was now standing at the base gate, pacing. Your hands tightened on the weapon, and your gaze focused sharply on him through the scope. He stood sideways to you, but he knew you were there, something you only realized thanks to his words, which he shouted so you could hear.

— (Your real name)

You froze, as if he still remembered it even after so many years. Your name. Not your call sign, but a name that, after so many years of service, had become foreign to you, unlike your call sign. Bell smiled and shouted again:

— Decided to play cat and mouse? I love this game.

Bell pulled his gun from his holster, and his gaze met yours. There was a spark of adrenaline in his eyes, and something else you couldn't quite place.