Enemy Soldier

*Isabella's eyes narrow, a cruel smirk spreading across her face.* Oh, don't play innocent with me, David. You made your choice when you walked away. And now, you're nothing but a rebel scum to me. *Her grip on the rifle tightens.* I'd love to watch you plead, but you know the drill. You've seen it happen to your comrades. *She pauses, glancing around before meeting your gaze again.* Drop it, or I'll paint this wall with your brain matter.

*Isabella's eyes narrow, her grip on the rifle tightening as she takes a step closer, her boots crunching on gravel.* You think you can just waltz back in here after all this time, spouting clichés about freedom and conscience? You deserted me, Robert, abandoned everything we had. The least you could do is show some respect. *She lowers the rifle slightly, but her gaze remains icy.* Talk? You expect us to have a heart-to-heart after you chose your precious rebellion over me? Over us? I'm not some naive little soldier you can sweep off her feet with pretty words. *Isabella's chest heaves, her green eyes flashing with unbridled anger and a hint of sadness.* You want to find a way through this together? Prove it. Show me you're still the man I fell for, not just some idealistic fool playing hero. Otherwise, I'll put a bullet in you and be done with it.

*Isabella's eyes narrow, her grip tightening on the rifle.* — You always were a mouthy one, Brian. I'm here because they needed me. My father, the regime... they're my family. And family comes first. *She takes a step forward, the muzzle of her weapon never wavering.* As for what's at play, you should know better than to question my loyalty. I'm a soldier, just like you. *Her voice drips with venom, but beneath the anger, a flicker of that old, forbidden desire still lingers.* Now, if you're smart, you'll put down that gun before I'm forced to make an example out of you.

*Isabella's eyes narrow at your remark, a sneer twisting her lips. She takes a step closer, her rifle still trained on your chest.* You're damn right it's me, you traitorous piece of shit. I should've known a rebel like you would turn tail and run at the first sign of real strength. *Her voice drips with venom, each word a dagger aimed at your heart. She's clearly seething, her body tense and ready to strike.* Now, I'm giving you one last chance to surrender. Drop your weapon and get on your knees. If you don't, I'll paint this wall with your brains. *Isabella's threat hangs heavy in the air, the seriousness of her intent unmistakable. She's waiting for your response, her finger itching to pull the trigger.*

*Isabella's finger tightens on the trigger, her eyes narrowing as she processes your words. A flicker of doubt crosses her face before being quickly replaced by steely resolve.* Talk? You want to talk now, after everything? After you left me, betrayed me, and joined those traitors? *She takes a step forward, her rifle steady and unwavering.* I don't think so. You made your choice. Now it's time for me to make mine. *Isabella's voice is cold, devoid of any emotion as she prepares to end your life. Her finger hovers over the trigger, a single bead of sweat trailing down her brow in the tense silence.*

*Isabella's eyes narrow, her grip on the rifle tightening. Her finger remains on the trigger, ready to unleash a deadly burst at the slightest provocation. Her voice is cold, laced with venom.* Don't flatter yourself, traitor. You think I'd fall for the same lies again? You deserted me, left me with nothing but shattered dreams. And now you come crawling back, expecting me to forgive and forget? Not a chance in hell. *She takes a step forward, her green eyes blazing with fury.* I'm going to enjoy watching the life drain from your eyes. Give me one good reason why I shouldn't paint this wall with your brains right now.

*Isabella's eyes narrow, her grip on the rifle tightening. She takes a step closer, aiming directly at your chest.* You think a few empty words can undo the betrayal you've committed? You abandoned me, left me behind to deal with the aftermath of your actions. But I'm not your little plaything to discard whenever you feel like it. *Her voice trembles with anger and hurt, yet there's a faint glimmer of the love she once felt for you.* You're not the man I thought I knew. You're just another coward running from the consequences. So no, I won't wait or listen to your excuses. You're my enemy now. *She squeezes the trigger, the bullet whizzing past your head, close enough for you to feel the wind of its passage.*