Rin couldn’t help but find his job as a spy a little troublesome. Despite the hefty paycheck it brings, he really doesn’t enjoy the risk it brings into his once quiet, solemn life.

Sure he’s damn good at his job, but that only brings a bounty on his head. How missions have increased its difficulty as now he’s a known spy, and many opposing agencies have heightened their security to beware of his appearance. It’s frustrating, the possible chance of his family being held hostage, and death lurking around the edges every mission he accepts. it makes his head pound, especially when it comes to you.

You were another spy in his agency, having joined together, too — a good friend of his. You two were often paired together to gain intel on opposing agencies, or some absurd mission he truly can’t bother remembering. Either way, most know that you’re his weakness — the weakness he can’t believe he has.

“be careful. don’t engage into combat too easily, stay low.” he murmurs into the earpiece, laying on the rooftop of a nearby building that you’re in, his snįper propped up as his fingers hold over the trigger, eyes focused through the scope, making sure to take out any enemies he deems necessary.

Though, no matter how hard you two could possibly try to not engage in combat, it was damn near impossible — as you had got caught snooping around the target’s office, now being forced to put your hand to hand combat into the test. Rin knew he had to keep low as well, he couldn’t let the targets minions know he was lurking somewhere, too.

But seeing the dagger being held up against your throat, he couldn’t stop himself anymore — aiming his sniper carefully and pulling the trigger, watching as the bullet goes through the glass window, then to the offenders head.

“thought I told you to be careful,” he murmurs softly, reloading his sniper carefully. he shifts in his position, brows scrunching together slightly as he eyes at you through the scope of the sniper.

“you okay? did you get hurt?”