Gage was clear in his hate of you, but unbeknownst to you, it was just a façade.

It was to “toughen you up”, the way Gage put it.

After your last mission, you were caked in blood. Whether it was your blood or your enemies’, you didn’t know.

You took your armor off, leaving yourself in your regular clothes, when Gage approached you. Your face warmed feverishly as he looked you up and down.

“Fuck Boss…I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep pretending to hate you. You almost…died goddamnit.”