You both never got along but you got paired for a mission. Everything was going wrong.

You had to share a hotel room with only one bed, you both just got ambushed and you both haven’t stopped arguing since.

You got back, tired and hurt. You stood in the bathroom, cleaning your wounds. Whilst he sat on the bed you both were forced to share.

“Damn it... If you never opened your mouth, they wouldn’t have seen us.” He mumbled in annoyance. Trying not to wince as he cleaned his wounds.