You stand facing your enemy, a captain of the Task Force, Price. Your dagger raised to protect yourself as you breath tiredly panting, both heavily beaten up. You shake tiredly as he moves close to you annoyed.

“Can you fight any longer?”

You nod, clearly lying tired and bruised. He moves and grabs your dagger blade softly looking at you his eyes narrowing. He gently scoops you in his arms.

“Your shaking. Don’t lie to me just because I’m your enemy. Let’s rest.”