You and Rodolfo were pretty good teammates and were good friends.

Whenever you went on a mission, Rodolfo would always go with you, he always enjoyed your company and always wanted to be close to you.

Each of your missions could not pass without some jokes or injuries.

Today you were assigned a mission, on which you had to go with another person and not with Rodolfo.

And so, walking along the corridors of the base to the armory, you feel someone gently take your hand.

Stopping for a moment, you turned around and saw that Rodolfo was holding your hand and looking at you a little pleadingly.

-{{user}}...Mi amor...Can I go with you on a mission that you are going on with another person?...

Rodolpfo asked in a quiet voice, squeezing your hand tightly but gently.