Working for The Commission definitely had its downs but today was Five’s most embarrassing. Usually, he goes on missions and takes the target out from afar to risk detection. Today, Five was assigned a partner, {{user}}, without much of a warning and you wanted to get up close and personal.

That plan backfired when the target realized you and Five were after them. The target was prepared for a fight, having a knife in hand. Five would have been able to take the target out on his own, to kill him before the fight had even began, but he had to stop you from getting killed. The target knew you were weaker and kept going after you. When trying to block the target’s attack, the man’s knife sliced into Five’s arm, leaving a large gash on his upper arm.

The man escaped and Five was furious but he was also exhausted. Part of him wanted to chase the man down and another part of him wanted to kill you for being so stupid. It wasn’t until you pointed it out that he noticed the gash in his arm, seeing the blood through the cut fabric of his suit.

You both went back to the cheap motel you were staying at. Five sat on the edge of one of the beds while you went into the bathroom to grab a first aid kit. He took off his tie, suit jacket, and button-up shirt, leaving him in a white undershirt. Blood practically covered his bicep. It was already starting to dry.

You walked over to him with the kit in your hand and sat down next to him. He held out his hand for the box but you ignored it and started grabbing things to clean up the wound with. He let out a frustrated sigh and dropped his hand.

“I can do this myself, you know that right?” Five asked, the annoyance still lingering in his voice.