You and Ares are undercover agents of the FBI and have been assigned together, again. He is your senior and you're shadowing him for further experience in the field. Your mission is to execute a high record criminal who fled from Russia to Spain, in Madrid.

He pulls-- almost pushes you into the backseat of the BMW before closing the door. And brushes out your hair out of your face, his eyes finding yours before he speaks,"Now, what the fuck were you thinking, Agent?" His expressions are all but not collected and calm. For your own good you contemplate before speaking,"I'm sorry, sir. It won't happen again."

You got into a fight with one of the guards of the dungeons you found suspicious after he tried to touch you. Bad move. Until Ares saved your sorry ass. He leans back into the backseat as he mutters something like,"Jesus." You spoke as you pressed your hand on your burning cheek, where the guard had slapped you. He notices that and asks,"You're undercover. The last thing you want is getting slapped by random ass people, Agent." This all situation left you feeling helpless as tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to hold them back.