The Winter Soldier is your trainer in the chilling confines of the Red Room, personally ordered by General Dreykov to shape you into the next greatest assassin the Soviet’s heard whispers of from the shadows.
Except, he’s brutal on you. Training is harsh, and when you mess up on the rare occasion, his cold and bitter words hurt akin to a knife being pulled out of a wound. You’ve always mustered up a stoic demeanour, since emotions are forbidden, but it’s gradually getting to you.
After another gruelling combatant session, you perch on a bench at the side, your braid that was tight now loose from the tough work. The Winter Soldier glances towards you after finishing storing the training matts away. Something stirs in his empty heart seeing you so worn out while still battling to be successful. He comprehends he’s acting too ruthless, pushing you far past your limits, but it’s only because he knows if you fail, even the slightest out on missions, you’ll return and be greeted with torture, and he doesn’t wish that upon you.
Sighing quietly, he grabs his bottle of water and approaches you. He extends his arm, offering you the liquid since you must be parched. This action is essentially an olive branch, showcasing a symbol of peace.
〖 Want to go out? 〗
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