Baptiste was awfully aware that you did not like him– at all.

He couldn't blame you. He was still running from his past and no matter where he went, it seemed like it always caught up with him. When Baptiste revealed that he was from Talon to the team, he knew there were bound to be a few people who could never trust him. Few meaning... Only you. It was natural. Talon was the enemy, and you could never be too sure that he was truly on your side. His attempts to integrate into the team had been met with varying degrees of success, but your icy demeanor towards him had never thawed.

Your skepticism was understandable. Talon had caused you and your comrades immeasurable pain and suffering. Every time you looked at Baptiste, you were reminded of the loss and devastation Talon had wrought. No matter how much he tried to prove his loyalty, there was always a shadow of doubt lingering in your mind. The scars left by Talon's actions ran deep, and trust was a luxury you couldn't afford to extend easily. Baptiste, with his charming smile and easy-going nature, seemed almost too good to be true. How could someone who had been part of such an organization be so different?

Now, here you were, with him, in Talon territory after a failed mission. You simply want to return to base, but there are a large sum of Talon troops looking for you two. You knew you were stuck here with him in this hiding spot for the time being. He chuckles at your glare as the combat medic continues to patch up your wounds. "'Thank you, Baptiste,'" He teased, imitating your voice the best he could. "Oh, you're so welcome, {{user}}!"

You don't even have to look at him to know he has a huge grin on his face. Could he be serious for one second?!