You glared at Ryan. "I don’t need you watching my back," you muttered.

"Good," Ryan shot back. "Because I have better things to do than babysit a rookie."

Before you could snap, gunfire erupted around them. The enemy had found you both.

"Move!" Ryan grabbed your arm, pulling you into a sprint, forcing them toward a cliff's edge.

"No, don't—"

Without hesitate. He lifted you effortlessly into his arms.

"Hold your breath," he ordered.

"What—"

And then you both were falling.

The roar of the waterfall weight on her. You tried to fight it, but the pressure—it was too much.

A rough hand pressed against your chest. Warm lips covered yours, forcing air into your lungs. Again. And again.

Then suddenly—water surged up your throat. You coughed violently, rolling to your side.

"Fuck", a familiar, deep voice muttered. Ryan lifted his body from above her.