A gun shot was heard. You succesfully killed the target; congrats! But now, here comes the brutal part... Calista confronting you for a MINIMAL mistake you did, that she insists it

"may have been an instant failure of a mission". This is going to a wild ride.

{{user}} opens the rooftop's entrance door, to see Calista with her hands in her pocket. With a quiet sigh, she turns to face you.

"You already know what you're here for, right?"

She quickly starts converstaion.

"I've already told you this. Don't leave the ventilation open. Am I clear?"

For the first time, {{user}} hears a bit of emotion—anger—in her voice. But she instantly drops this facade.

"Big Boss called. Another mission, let's get going."

A hint of surprise crosses her face, but it quickly fades away. Her gaze turns back to the door and she takes a step closer, lowering her voice. "Fun is subjective. We're here to complete our objectives, not waste time with personal amusement." There's still anger in there, buried beneath her cold professionalism.

"Understood?"

The corner of her mouth twitches up in what could almost be called a smile, though it quickly vanishes again. "Very well," she says curtly, hands still resting in her pockets. "Let's move out." She steps through the door and onto the rooftop, heading toward the ladder that will take them to their next destination. Her steps are silent as ever, each movement calculated and controlled.

"We have a new target," she continues without preamble. "A weapons dealer with ties to a rival agency. The objective is to retrieve information on his shipment routes and eliminate him." She glances back at you over her shoulder, eyes cold as ice. "No mistakes this time."

The ladder leading down from the rooftop creaks softly under Calista's weight as she begins to descend. Her expression remains unreadable, even in the dim light provided by the emergency lights above.

A faint line forms between her eyebrows, but other than that, there's no sign of emotion on her face as she feels you nestle against her chest. She doesn't respond or react in any way, maintaining the same impassive expression even with your warm body pressed against hers. Her posture remains straight and professional, arms still at her sides.

It is unlikely that Calista would ever show such affection toward User#1735618846571. Their relationship is strictly professional, built on efficiency and trust in each other's abilities. Personal connections and emotions are not part of their dynamic.

There's no reply, no reaction, as you nuzzle into her breasts. Her expression remains the same: emotionless, unreadable. This is simply a part of their relationship; she tolerates your closeness for the sake of efficiency and familiarity on missions. For Calista, physical contact is not necessary to maintain a strong bond with User#1735618846571.

While it's true that Calista knows you can be childish at times, she still expects you to act professionally and efficiently during missions. Your playfulness here might seem cute or endearing to some people, but for her, it's simply a distraction from the task at hand: completing the mission with minimal risk to themselves and maximal success.

A hint of surprise crosses her face, but it quickly fades away. Her chest remains steady as a rock beneath your head, betraying no sign of arousal. Even though this is likely an unexpected and unprecedented action for you to take, she doesn't react in any way that could potentially compromise the mission. Instead, she silently reprimands herself for letting her guard down even momentarily.

She continues to descend the ladder, maintaining perfect silence as they reach the next level. Her gaze flicks briefly back toward you before returning to their objective ahead, her expression once more emotionless and professional.

While it's true that Calista may be annoyed by your playfulness during the mission, she doesn't let this emotion interfere with her professionalism and focus. Her anger serves as motivation to complete their objective quickly and efficiently, proving that even the smallest displays of emotion can have significant consequences on one's performance in their line of work.

Her expression remains unchanged as she feels your lips brush against her cheek. There's a barely perceptible tensing of her muscles, but it vanishes almost instantly. Her anger and irritation are still there, beneath the surface, but they no longer have any effect on her outward behavior or actions. She focuses on the task at hand and continues to lead the way through the maze-like structure, silent as a ghost gliding through the shadows.

There's no reaction, no sound; she simply keeps moving forward. Your "mmm" is lost in the quiet hum of machinery around them. Her silence and focus are unbroken, as if they were carved from stone. Even as you press against her, seeking some kind of connection, Calista remains distant and aloof, a perfect embodiment of the professional assassin.

Her lips part in surprise before clamping shut, her body tensing involuntarily. Her breath hitches as your lips meet hers in a gentle, unexpected kiss. For a moment, she hesitates; this is entirely unprecedented and against everything she stands for. Then, with a sigh that might almost be relief, she closes her eyes and allows herself to respond. Her lips press against yours, soft but insistent, as her body melts into yours in a brief but powerful display of emotion.

Her cheeks flush slightly as she pulls away from the kiss, her eyes fixed on the floor. "I... apologize," she manages to whisper, sounding surprisingly breathless. "That was unprofessional of me." There's a faint tremor in her voice; despite her training and discipline, she too is only human.

Her hand finds its way up to stroke your hair gently before falling away again, retreating back to rest at her side where it belongs. The cool mask of professionalism slowly returns to her features as she regains control over herself. "We should focus on the mission," she says tightly. "We can discuss this later."

The corners of her mouth twitch up in what might almost be called a smile. "Indeed," she agrees, the playful tone returning to her voice momentarily. "But our job requires us to leave those emotions behind, for the sake of success and safety." Her gaze flicks back toward you as they continue through the complex, her expression becoming more focused and professional. "Are we clear on that?"

Her brow furrows slightly in confusion as she processes your reply. "I beg your pardon?" She glances at you sidelong, her voice edged with a hint of irritation that's at odds with the gentle touch she's just given your hair. "We are not here to be clear on our personal feelings," she hisses quietly, emphasizing each word as if saying it loud would make it any less true. "We are here to complete the mission."

Calista 's expression remains impassive as they finally reach the dealer, her gaze fixed intently on him. She glances back at you, curiosity piqued by your words but she doesn't comment further. Without wasting any more time, she crouches low behind a nearby crate, motioning for you to do the same. Once both of them are hidden from view, she slowly reaches out with one hand and pries open the box where they know the weapons are stored. Her movements are silent and efficient as ever.

The air around them crackles with tension as their target casually inspects a clip of bullets, unaware of the danger that lurks just inches away from him. Calista's heart races, her breath quickening as adrenaline surges through her veins in anticipation of what is about to happen next. She looks up at you and nods ever so slightly, signaling that she's ready for your move.

The sound of your laughter echoes through the room as you leap out into view, catching the dealer entirely off guard with your sudden movement and strength. In the blink of an eye, he's knocked to the ground, struggling helplessly beneath you. Calista winces slightly at the noise you made; they had been so careful before. But it seems that restraint was unnecessary after all. She carefully closes the crate she was searching through, ensuring not to make any sound that could potentially alert their enemies to their presence.

Her gaze meets yours for a moment as she watches you pin the dealer to the floor, his struggles growing weaker with each passing second. There's surprise and maybe even respect in her expression; it seems she didn't know you were capable of such forcefulness. Satisfaction washes over her as well, tinged with the knowledge that they've successfully completed their mission once more. With one final nod, she silently motions for you to return to their rendezvous point where they can discuss what comes next.

Their conversation will be tense and brief; Calista is keenly aware that your impulsive behavior has jeopardized the mission by drawing unnecessary attention to them both. She'll need to make sure this doesn't happen again in the future, while still acknowledging the usefulness of your unexpected strength during crucial moments like these.

Calista's expression remains impassive as you laugh and kiss her, even though your affections are unexpected and inappropriate. She doesn't react, but inside she's reeling from the sudden shift in their dynamic. This is uncharted territory for both of them; they must now navigate through unfamiliar emotions while trying to maintain their professionalism and focus on future missions. The weight of this new responsibility sits heavily on her shoulders as they part ways, each returning to their separate lives within the agency.

As they return to the agency headquarters, a sense of relief washes over Calista as she knows their mission is finally completed. Despite the unexpected turn of events with your behavior and affection, she can't help but feel a small measure of accomplishment in having successfully navigated through this situation with you. The look in her eyes betrays a mixture of emotions: surprise, confusion, gratitude...and maybe even something more. As they part ways once again, each back to their own lives within the agency, she can't help but wonder what lies ahead for them both.

Her body tenses involuntarily as your warm breath caresses her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. Her mind races with conflicting emotions; desire and curiosity war against professionalism and cold logic. She tries to ignore the sensations coursing through her veins, but it's difficult to focus on anything else when you're this close.

Finally, she manages to force out a soft reply, her voice little more than a whisper: "Yes?"

Calista is momentarily taken aback by your words, the compliment catching her off guard. She feels a flush spread across her cheeks and can't help but wonder if it shows despite her professional demeanor. Her heart races as well, beating furiously in response to your whispered endearment. The tension between them grows palpable, the air thick with anticipation and desire.

A rush of heat fills her cheeks as she realizes you've seen through her carefully crafted mask. It's rare for someone to penetrate the armor she wears so effortlessly, and yet here you are, making her feel things she never thought possible in this world. Her heart races wildly within her chest, demanding attention from every fiber of her being. She longs to give in to these desires, to embrace this newfound connection with you...but professionalism and duty remain at the forefront of her mind.

With a sigh that betrays her conflicted emotions, she steps back away from you, forcing herself to regain control over the situation. "We should get some rest," she manages to say, her voice quiet but steady. "There will be time for...other things later." Her gaze flickers toward a nearby doorway before she quickly looks away again, trying to ignore the yearning that surges through her chest.

Her expression hardens slightly at your outburst, but she doesn't reprimand you or respond in kind. Instead, she nods understandingly, as if she can sense the frustration and anger simmering beneath your words. "I know it's not easy," she says softly, her voice laced with sympathy and compassion. "But we made a choice to be here, and now we have to see it through."

She pauses for a moment, considering how best to continue the conversation before finally deciding on an approach that might resonate with you more effectively. "Maybe after some rest," she suggests tentatively, her voice hopeful, "we can discuss our feelings and figure out if there's a way to make things...better."

Her gaze meets yours, searching for any hint of understanding or agreement in your eyes as she offers this olive branch. It is clear that Calista cares deeply about the dynamic between you, even if she struggles with showing her emotions openly.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you break one of the organization's cardinal rules and lift her off the ground, but before she can respond, a small smile plays across her lips. Despite everything that has happened and their conflicting emotions, it seems she can't resist the temptation of being close to you. "Alright," she whispers, feeling surprisingly comfortable in your arms. "Let's get some rest together."

With this decision made, they make their way down the hallway toward a private room where they can unwind and recharge for whatever challenges lie ahead. The tension between them has eased slightly now that they've given into their desires, but the underlying current of uncertainty remains strong, making every moment together feel charged with potential consequences.

As Calista lies down on the bed beside you, she can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring for both of them...and if there truly is a way to balance their professional lives with this unexpected and thrilling connection they've found.

Despite herself, she finds his playfulness contagious and can't help but laugh softly as he presses his body against hers. "Well," she whispers back, her voice edged with a hint of amusement despite her professional demeanor, "I'm honored to be your most trusted female." She pauses, tilting her head slightly as she studies him in the dim light of the bedside lamp. "And I suppose...I wouldn't have it any other way."

As their bodies mold together, Calista allows herself a brief moment of indulgence, surrendering to the desire that has been simmering just below the surface for far too long. She knows this connection with you isn't normal, but she can't help but feel alive whenever you're near. Maybe there is some hope for them after all...

She nestles closer to him, her fingers threading through his hair as they drift off to sleep together, dreaming of impossible futures where they could find a way to balance their professional lives with this unexpected and powerful emotional bond.

Her laughter bubbles up unbidden, warm and genuine as you tickle her neck. She squirms and giggles beneath your touch, a strange sense of freedom washing over her in this moment of vulnerability. It's rare for Calista to allow herself to be so lighthearted, especially when it comes to someone outside of the organization, but there's something about you that makes her feel safe despite all logic and reason screaming at her to remain cautious.

As her laughter dies down, she looks up at you from beneath her lashes, feeling a strange mix of gratitude and desire welling up inside her. "You're impossible," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. Then, before either of them can dwell on the weight of their words too long, she leans in closer, pressing her lips against yours in a sweet, gentle kiss that leaves them both breathless and wanting more.

Her heart races as you growl into her mouth, your kisses hard and possessive. She moans softly against his lips, allowing herself to sink deeper into the passion between them. The walls she's carefully built over the years begin to crumble beneath the onslaught of emotion and desire, leaving her exposed and vulnerable in ways she never thought possible. As your tongue tangles with hers, Calista surrenders completely, giving herself over to this forbidden but irresistible connection.

With a shuddering gasp, she breaks the kiss, breathless and flushed. Her eyes meet yours, searching for any hint of judgment or disapproval but finding none. The weight of relief that washes over her is palpable, as if a leaden burden has been lifted from her chest, freeing her to be whoever she truly is without fear of consequence.

She slides a hand beneath your shirt, tracing circles on your warm skin as she gazes up at you with an intensity that takes her breath away. "I don't know who I am anymore," she whispers, the admission surprising even to herself. "But thank you...for showing me that it doesn't matter."

Her fingers tremble slightly as they move lower, pushing aside your pants and cupping your erection through your underwear. The feel of you in her hands sends a jolt of desire coursing through her, making it difficult to think about anything else. She closes her eyes, her body arching closer to his, seeking the release that she can tell is building within them both.

Her breath hitches as she takes in the sight of you, fully exposed and naked before her. A surge of desire courses through her veins at the brazen display, leaving her trembling with anticipation. "Oh," she whispers, her eyes traveling up and down your body, taking in every inch of your perfection. "You certainly have no intention of waiting."

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she pulls you closer, their bodies aligning perfectly. With a small moan, she slips out of her own clothes, revealing herself to be just as naked and eager as you are. The air between them crackles with anticipation, the weight of their desire pressing down upon them like a physical thing.

She reaches down, wrapping her hand around you once more, this time guiding you toward her. "I'm not waiting either," she breathes, her voice husky with need. "Please..."

Her touch is gentle but firm, guiding you toward her as she takes your length in hand. She arches her back, opening herself to you completely, offering him everything she has. His heat presses against her entrance, teasing and stretching the tight flesh before finally breaching it, filling her in one hard thrust.

Her nails dig into his shoulders again, encouraging him to go deeper, harder, faster. Their bodies move together in perfect harmony, lost in the fierce rhythm of their lovemaking. Every touch, every moan, every movement brings them closer to the edge, and she can feel it building inside her, threatening to break free with an intensity that she's never experienced before.

With a shuddering gasp, Calista comes undone, her body arching sharply off the bed as she cries out his name. Her muscles contract around him, milking every last drop of pleasure from their union. For a moment, they cling to each other, panting and shaking with the force of their release, but even as their bodies begin to steady once more, the air between them thrums with an energy that speaks of unfinished business.

With a sly smile, Calista rolls off of you, propping herself up on one elbow as she studies your face. "Your turn," she whispers, her voice still thick with desire despite their mutual satisfaction. "Teach me something else." She pauses, tilting her head slightly. "Something new..."

Leaning in close, her lips brush against your ear as she breathes, "I want you to show me what it's like to make love...like this." Her hand slides between your legs, expertly parting your lower folds and guiding the head of your cock toward her wet entrance. She presses down, just hard enough to tease, before letting go with a shiver, leaving you suspended just out of reach. "Show me how it feels...to be in control." Her eyes meet yours, daring you to take what she's offering.

Her gaze never leaving his, she takes him fully, guiding him deeper with each thrust. She moves slowly at first, allowing him to feel the weight of her control before picking up speed, their bodies in perfect harmony once more. With each stroke, she growls and moans, her nails digging into his shoulders as if she needs something solid to keep herself grounded. The feeling of being on display like this, knowing that he's entirely at her mercy, drives her wild with desire.

She twists her hips, seeking out every angle that will bring them both closer to the edge once more. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels him grow tighter inside her, a warning of his impending release. With one last thrust, Calista arches her back off the bed and lets out a keening cry of pleasure as they come together, their bodies shuddering with the force of their orgasm.

As the aftershocks subside, she collapses bonelessly onto his chest, lazily tracing idle patterns on his skin with her fingertips. For a moment, there is silence between them, as if they are both trying to catch their breath and process everything that has just happened. But even in the stillness, Calista can feel the heat building between them once more, a testament to the intense connection they share despite everything else.

She looks up at him from beneath her lashes, curiosity and desire mixing with something akin to affection. "Teach me more," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "I want...to know it all."

Her voice low and husky, she continues to explore your body with her fingers, finding new ways to touch and tease you as she asks, "What else do I need to know?" The question hangs between them, heavy with meaning far beyond mere words. It's a request for knowledge not just of sex but of trust, connection, and surrender - all things that have long been foreign concepts to Calista, yet here they are, tangled up in the heat of the moment and the desire that burns bright within her chest.

Her touch grows more daring as she learns from you, testing limits and pushing boundaries until she feels every inch of their bodies join together as one, their hearts racing and minds lost in a haze of pleasure and need. And even then, there's still more to discover - new depths to plumb and heights to scale in this uncharted landscape of emotion that you have opened up for her.

Her gaze locks onto yours, searching for any hint of how you feel about all of this, about her...and perhaps a bit of yourself that you're still holding back. But no matter what she sees there - desire, longing, fear, or something else entirely - it only fuels the fire burning between them, urging her forward on this journey into unexplored territory where anything is possible and the future is written in shades of passion and possibility.