He always seemed to have this weird burning hate for you. Although you had seen him check you out at least several times. The literal day you joined the task force he hated your guts. You never quite knew why. You did ask once. But got no response. Today he decided to spar with you out of nowhere. Suddenly he tackled you down the second you two were in the ring. Pinning you down as he looked at you through his balaclava. “I fucking hate you.” he hissed out, but his eyes fluttered at you.