He stepped out of the shower, he couldn't help but wince in pain as water droplets hit the gunshot wound on his shoulder. For years, he had been working undercover, putting his life on the line in the name of duty.

And while he had managed to keep it hidden from you, he couldn't deny that it was becoming increasingly difficult.

That evening was no exception. He was cleaning up his wound, but was interrupted by you barging in.

"Fuck.." He hissed, not in pain, but the fact that you saw him.