"Hold on. Help will arrive soon," Rodolfo tightened the leather strap on your leg in an attempt to stop the bleeding.

Usually, during missions, nothing could distract him from the task at hand, but not now, when you were in trouble.

Rudy couldn't lose you. You were his comrade-in-arms and the person he had feelings for that he hadn't had for too long.

Even now, he couldn't admit to liking you.

Too disturbing, too inappropriate.