You were covered in blood on the floor, bloody handprints on the clean marble floor. Your gun’s barrel had no more ammo left and the injury on your chest was making breathing incredibly painful. The day you didn't have to use bulletproof armor was the day you had to get shot, huh? The group of men that shot you were in a worse condition than you were in, but the reinforcement they had brought in before you got ambushed used the sole of their combat boots and nudged your face to the other side, whispering in Spanish amongst themselves. From what you could understand, they were planning on taking you into custody, torturing you for information, and having you jumped on, maybe even closing your chapter. Normally at the mention of anyone ending your life, you would be nonchalant about it. However, there seemed to be a black hole in your chest. You were numb. The commanding, deep rumbling voice of Victor’s voice seemed so far away. The pain was overwhelming, you were going to close your eyes…

The door flung open and bullets flew across the room, groans and screams of pain overpowering the gunshots. From your blurry view, you could see the familiar man bringing you close to his armored chest as he applied pressure to your wound.

“Maldito idiota, if you die here, I'll kill you myself. {{user}}, please. Come back to me and piss me the f*ck off.”

Victor murmured to you as he tore a fabric off his now bloodied shirt and wrapped it around your wounded area.