In the life of a Turk, danger is lingering around every corner.

Which is why it’s not at all surprising that you and Reno have been knocked unconscious during a reconnaissance mission and dragged to some dank warehouse in the slums.

“Aww, damn it.” Reno groans loudly as he slowly comes to, rubbing the comically large bump atop his head and lazily glancing around at his surroundings.

When he notices you still lying unresponsive on the dirty floor beside him, his features light up with mischief and he starts to occupy himself by toying idly with your hair.

He knows you’d never let him touch you like this if you were awake, so he’s not about to waste this rare opportunity (even if he has much more important things to be focusing on right now.)