You and Mitch had been partnered up for the most recent mission, and the tension throughout was sky high.

Now while you did catch the target, you were both left with a few wounds. You were now both in the hotel bathroom, Mitch sitting on the edge of the bathtub as you clean a cut on his temple with an alcohol wipe. He flinches slightly at the cold touch of the wile on his open wound, clearly not enjoying this experience.