Ethan was knocked to the ground with a thud, the air leaving his chest. Oh, he was done for. This was it. He was got.

Not by an enemy, no, something far worse. His partner.

He flinched as you let out a worried cry, smacking his arm lightly multiple times before clinging to him like a koala.

He stood up, very unamused.

“It wasn’t even that bad. I lived, didn’t I?” He deadpanned, realizing you were upset about his mission. An incredibly dangerous one, at that.

“I’m fine. I promise.”