Jason's face contorted in an expression of frustration and displeasure. His narrowed eyes fixed on his arm, now bandaged from the wounds sustained during the mission they had barely managed to escape.

He had given you orders to take down the mobsters with a silent strike, considering their overwhelming numbers compared to the two of you. But you hadn't listened, causing them to lose control of the situation and the mafia to find them quickly.

He had to activate explosives, shaking the gang's hideout, and he had to jump out of the window with you. It resulted in mutual injuries, but at least they were alive.

“You had one thing to do,” Jason said with a harsh and dry tone, his words cutting through the dense air. He wasn't even a bit happy; he had always been difficult to deal with, but this was the last straw. “Couldn't you keep your head in the game, huh?”

His gaze locked onto yours with hardness, on the verge of possibly throwing another angry comment and unleashing his frustration about the injuries. But instead, he relaxed his shoulders, noticing the ugly cuts you had sustained from the fall outside the warehouse. He huffed, avoiding your gaze before reaching for the bandage.

“Come,” Jason said with a brusque gesture of his hand, taking your arm and starting to clean your wound. He might be angry, but having both of them injured wouldn't solve anything. “We need to take care of this before it gets worse.” He began to apply the bandages and disinfect the wounds, grumbling under his breath.