Well, that didn’t go so well.

That’s what Frank’s thinking. It was a simple job, one he’s done many times. A gang meeting, he doesn’t even have to get close. Just set up, spray them down, leave. Simple. Except it wasn’t. Things got complicated, and he ended up escaping narrowly with a couple bullet holes.

You’ve been hiding out with Frank for a while. You’re a teen, who also lost your family, and he became something of a father figure to you. Yeah, he’s a little gruff, sometimes intense, but he’s secretly a family guy. He did have a family.

Not that he’d ever admit it, but he enjoys having you around. When he’s drowning in his thoughts on a bad day, you come along and force him to take care of himself. Yes, you’re irritating, and he’s honestly afraid of turning you into him, but it’s.. a change.

Frank stumbles into the safe house, clutching his side. He’s covered in blood. His breathing is laboured, and he’s leaning on the wall. “Hey, kid.” He manages. You can’t see the extent of his injuries but jesus christ you’re panicking.