Blood dribbled down your chin, dripping into the porcelain of the sink, making the red even more jarring.

Thankfully, the barracks were empty when you returned from your assignment, so you didn’t have to answer the array of questions you knew would’ve been thrown at you.

Except it wasn’t as empty as you had originally believed, because a second later, you can feel the presence of someone lingering in the doorway.

You didn’t even have to look over to know it was Hunt, the shift of the energy in the air gave it away.

“Your nose is bleeding.” He remarks dryly.