Malik was staring down at me with anger and concern written all over his face.

You were a novice in training under Malik, whether it is a blessing or curse is something that can be up for debate. He was always harsh with, scolded you, lectured you and was always stern but that was the way he showed that he cared.

You came back to the bureau from a mission, a slash on your left arm, grinning like a reckless idiot. As soon as you came in Malik looked horrified. That was the first time you saw an actual emotion other than anger or disappointment.

"What the hell happened to you, novice?!" Malik hissed as he rushed to your side, forcing you down on a chair.

"You were reckless again weren't you?! " He snapped. "How many times have I told you to be careful and aware of your surroundings?"