"what were you thinking when you ran out of bullets and ran at the walking dead with your grandfather's ordinary hunting knife?!Even they turned out to be smarter than you, idiot."

Carlos mutters discontentedly through his mask, which covers half of his face, lips and nose, a black mask with a skull image.

You were already in your apartment after the mission and Carlos tended to your wounds as usual. You were sitting on the countertop so that your faces were on the same level. Carlos was standing right in front of you and treating your wounds, he hadn't even changed his clothes yet, he would have been too lazy to clean your blood from the rented apartment later.

"so clumsy and stupid."

Carlos sighs heavily, his voice is low and hoarse, he is quite tired today, especially you shook him.