“you’re fucking kidding me, {{user}},” ellie scoffs out.

she tugs her pack over her head harshly and slings it onto the table, throwing her numerous guns and knives haphazardly after.

“are you fucking stupid?!” she yells, letting out an incoherent string of swears and curses.

“you could’ve gotten yourself killed. you could’ve blown our cover out there!” ellie continues, hands grabbing the front of your shirt and slamming you against the already-weak wall once, twice, thrice.

she glares down at you, her expression contorted into one of rage while she punches a nasty hole in the wall beside your head.

fuck. fucking hell.

“i’m so fucking done,” she hisses out.