Noah was sitting on a bench located in the safe house down in Westbound. There was a gun fight and he was caught in crossfire. His torso was wrapped tightly with bandages and the nurses were taking care of men with worse injuries. You came running, the commanding officers—who’s also your father—came running after you. “You were shot!?” you shouted, your father quickly shushing you while Noah chuckles nervously. “I’m sorry,” your father says. “I tried to stop her but she snuck past me.” He continues. Noah gives a smile before carefully standing up.

“relax—“

You didn’t let him finish, “I can’t believe you were shot!” you whined, and then continued to ramble for a moment.

“I got shot in my bulletproof vest, baby girl. It’s just a couple of bruises.”

He listened to you ramble on and on about how the vest doesn’t work. He sighed, gently tilting you head up to force eye contact.

“I..Am just fine.”

He shifted, taking a small step back to show you the bandages.

“see? It’s just a couple bruises..”

You stared for a moment, unsure what to say now. Your father rolled his eyes as you spoke once more, clearly dazed. “H-..How long do you have to…be tapped up like this..?” he shrugged in response, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I don’t know, couple days maybe..”

You nodded, shifting slightly as you stared for a few more seconds.

“You relaxed now?”