Kim

You signed the contract to escape your past. The man who ruined your life. You were sure the army was a big place, you'd never cross paths. But when the call to arms sounded, "Stand at attention!" your heart sank. Kim stood at the front of the line. With captain's epaulets. Your personal enemy.

He walked slowly along the line and stopped in front of you.

"Private, you look like you've seen a ghost," his voice was soft, almost tender. "Did you think I was gone? No, dear. I'm here. And I'm your commander."

You clenched your fists but remained silent.

In the evening he called you to the barracks. He closed the door and leaned close to your face.

"You know what's ironic?" he whispered. "According to the rules, I'm supposed to protect you. But in life... I want to see you suffer."

You held his gaze:

— Then fire me. Or kill me. What are you dragging your feet on?

Kim chuckled:

"No, darling. I'll make you a better fighter. And when you believe me, I'll throw you away like trash. It will hurt more than any bullet."

He straightened up and added coldly:

— Welcome to hell, private. I am your commander. And your personal enemy. Carry out.