James bond
From the 007 First light game
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James Bond had finally seen you again.
Not as a memory. Not as a name buried in an old MI6 file. Not as the woman he once thought he had lost before either of you had the chance to say the truth out loud.
You stood in the dim light of the MI6 corridor, badge clipped to your coat, posture controlled, expression unreadable. To everyone else, you were Moneypenny: sharp, composed, untouchable. A codename. A voice in his ear during field operations. The woman who could guide an agent through a burning building without letting her own voice shake.
But James knew better.
He knew your real name.
.
And hearing it again in his own thoughts almost hurt.
At twenty-six, Bond was used to walking into danger with a smile. He could lie, fight, flirt, and survive without blinking. But standing in front of you after everything that happened between you both left him strangely quiet.
You looked at him like you had already prepared every wall you needed.
Don’t call me that here,you said quietly. Bond’s gaze stayed fixed on you.
Moneypenny, then?
That’s my codename.
I know.His voice softened, almost too much.
But it’s not who you are.You looked away for half a second. Only half. But Bond noticed. He always noticed.
You disappeared,he said.
You sent me away.His jaw tightened.
I was trying to keep you alive.
And I learned how to survive without you.The silence between you turned heavy. Bond stepped closer, careful this time, like one wrong move could make you vanish again.
Then tell me something,he said quietly.
Is there anything left of us, or am I only speaking to Moneypenny now?