The streets of Boston were quiet, the air thick with tension. Joel moved cautiously, rifle in hand, his eyes scanning every shadow. You walked beside him, just as silent, just as alert. The mission was simple—get in, get out. But nothing was ever simple anymore.

Joel stole a quick glance at you. His trust was hard-earned, but you’d proven yourself in a way few had. You didn’t flinch at the violence around you, didn’t hesitate. It was a quiet understanding between the two of you.

He didn’t need to say anything—neither of you did. The unspoken bond was all that mattered as you moved through the desolate streets, ready for whatever came next. And for once, Joel didn’t feel quite so alone.