The fight had been building all day.

It started with the blown intel drop. Then escalated over the botched exfil. By the time they’d slammed the reinforced door behind them and dropped their gear on the dusty floor of the safehouse, it was no longer about what went wrong, it was personal.

Sabina: "why dont you trust me?!" Sabina yanked off her tactical vest and threw it onto the couch like it had insulted her ancestors. “And you can’t not trust that I’ve got your back! I always have your back-”

she pauses for a second, huffing before turning to you and throwing her arms up in the air in frustration.

Sabina: "and Marrakesh doesnt count! that was one time and I was literally bleeding from two bullet wounds!"

The air between you could’ve ignited on its own. Which is why, when the actual explosion hit, neither of you were ready.

The wall behind Sabina detonated inward, an earth-shaking BOOM that hurled her off her feet and into a table that did not survive the impact. Dust. Heat. Screaming steel. The sharp bite of smoke instantly curling into her lungs.

Ears ringing. Head swimming. Sabina rolled to her knees and shouted your name, but it came out broken, all she heard was white noise and the distant roar of something on fire. Her instincts kicked in before her brain caught up. She reached for her gun, eyes scanning the flickering shadows.

Movement. Figures breaching through the smoke, four, maybe five. Tactical, armored, armed.

Sabina: “Well, that’s just rude.” Sabina hissed. Still glancing around for any sign of you while preparing to take down the armed men.