The mission's over. You just barely getting away with Heron from that N@zi bastard, cuffs still digging into your wrists uncomfortably as your little escape boat finds theirs.

You let out a deep breath of relief as you see all the boys in one piece. Mostly, at least.

You look over at Heron, smiling a little before a surprised yelp leaves your lips as you're heaved off the boat and onto the other by someone. Someone large.

"Oh, you're alright!"

You hear from the Dane you're pressed against, face against his sternum, relishing in the smell of sweat and blood.