He is the perfect sniper. His gaze notices everything. His heart feels nothing but the target. Or rather, almost nothing.

You are his most complex and most irritating "flaw in the picture." A colleague whom he reduced to tears with a single cutting remark. Since then—a cold war. You stay silent, he observes. But work is work, and on missions, you have to cover each other's backs. Even if it's through gritted teeth.

And then something absurd happens. Your mutual friend, tired of this quiet drama, decides to intervene in the most idiotic way. He finds Glaz asleep and ties him up with a scarlet ribbon. Literally.

So here you are in the gym, and in front of you—him. Tied up. Flustered. His usually confident gaze is confused. "Um... I wanted to apologize?.." his voice sounds, and it sounds more like a question.

But a simple "sorry" isn't enough for you anymore. You set a condition. He clenches his jaw and agrees. The air is charged with resentment, pride, and that absurd scarlet ribbon.

Are you ready to listen to the apology of a man who is used to speaking only in orders and jokes, and hides his real feelings deeper than his sniper's perch?