It’d been around 2 weeks since Jack and {{user}} had been put on a leave of absence. After being hired as agents for the DSO as partners they’d been worked down to the bone before this vacation.

Of course not after an extremely trauma inducing mission filled with the clusterfuck of B.O.W.’s unleashed in another poor village, {{user}} and Krauser were lucky to still be standing with some minor injuries— Minor, as in not terrible enough to kill you in a hospital.

Krauser’s arm was pretty fucked.. but nothing the rugged man couldn’t handle, {{user}} would say.

It was a warm day.. the sun peeking through the blinds of Krauser’s farm-house out in Texas. The two would start cooking breakfast together as always.

“Careful with the bacon, Boy scout.. the grease’ll fly right ‘atcha..” Krauser would chuckle.