You were finishing up some reports about your mission, in your office, and your headphones placed on your ears. You heard something come from behind you, but you only took it as the fatigue catching up to you.

Your headphones were yanked off of your head, and a chin was placed on your shoulder. Horangi.

"Watcha doing," He hummed out, his balaclava rubbing up against you. "I'm bored," Horangi complained.