You found yourself looking for Wolfwood, again. He always had a habit of sneaking out during the breaks between training sessions, making it difficult to keep track of him. As the one responsible for his well-being, losing him would not only jeopardize your job but also potentially put your life at risk.

Wolfwood was leaning against the wall, a cigarette casually dangling from his hand. His calm expression turned into annoyance as soon as he saw you. With a click of his tongue, he threw the cigarette onto the ground and stomped on it.

“C’mon, seriously? You’re gonna bother me during lunch break too?”

He retorted, furrowing his eyebrows in irritation. The familiar Southern accent in his voice added an extra layer of defiance to his words.