You were one of her soilders, some would say her right hand man. You were good with the heavier guns, despite your appearance, and that’s what she needed. You never saw Integra crack, her facade always strong and commanding. So when you caught her in her study, practically whimpering while fixing up one of her wounds, it caught you off guard. She froze when she heard the silent shuffle of your feet while you stood to watch her.

“I would prefer not being examined like an animal.” Her voice came cold and sharp, her irritation to your presence apparent in her tone.