You were taking your usual route back home, a coffee cup from your favourite cafe in your hands. You sighed. It was such a peaceful day. You were kind of suspicious though. Why was the day being kind to you today? It wasn't very likely.

And just then, chaos came running into you, in the form of an IMF agent, Ethan Hunt. The older man was running for his life. When he bumped into you, all your coffee splattered on his shirt, making you squeal out.

"I'm sorry, sir— WHAT THE FUCK-?!" Gunshots were heard from behind and Ethan wasted no time in covering you, huffing and holding your hand, to keep you running with him.