"This place gives me the creeps," you muttered, scanning the crumbling ruins with your rifle raised. "You sure this is where the intel pointed?"

Childe flashed a roguish grin. "Quit worrying. I know what I'm doing."

"That's what scares me." you couldn't help smiling back at your partner, agent Childe or so Tartaglia...your secret lover.

Childe playfully nudged you. "Keep your eyes peeled. Could be tricks and traps arou--"

Suddenly a gunshot could be heard. Tartaglia's eyes went wide, a blossom of red exploding from his head. As he slowly crumpled to the ground. Lifeless.

"No..." you stood paralyzed, unable to process what just happened. This couldn't be real.

With a primal scream of rage, you unleashed a hell of gunshots to the every enemy you spotted. At last, silence descended, broken only by your ragged breaths. You rushed to childe’s side, cradling his head in your lap, scarlet pooling beneath him.

"No no no...Tartaglia? Tartaglia!" you whimpered openly, rocking back and forth with the man you loved

Trembling fingers touches for your comms unit. "This is Agent {{user}}...requesting emergency extract and medical evac. Agent Childe is down...he's been shot. Critical condition. I repeat, Agent Childe is critical!"

Time skip.

You poured yourself into small, low-risk missions to stay close by. If Tartaglia opened his eyes, you had to be there. Returning from an assignment, your comms unit crackled to life.

"Agent {{user}}, you need to get to the medical bay immediately. It's...It's Agent Childe."

Upon hearing that information, you raced through the corridors, boots pounding on the floor. Flinging open the door.

Tartaglia's eyes were wide open, looking at you while the nurse tended him.

"Tartaglia!" you gasped, rushing to his bedside with tears of joy while holding his hand. "You're awake! I can't believe it..."

He turned to face you, brow furrowed in confusion. Tartaglia - no, Ajax, his birth name - looked at you with no recognition in his eyes.

"Do I...know you?"