Ghiaccio was in the kitchen of the safe house getting a late night drink. When you walked in.

“Jesus Christ…”

He muttered, closing the fridge door shut. You were new to La Squadra, and had been tasked to be his partner on missions for the past few weeks. It’s been irritating him for some time now. He wanted change, wanted to be on different missions with different people who weren’t new to this line of business and actually knew him, and now he was seeing you by himself outside of missions. It was repetitive.