The end is near - or at least, that's how it feels. Bullets rain down like hail on the metal roof of the warehouse. Every few minutes, Tseng hears a bomb go off, the sound making his ears ring. He doesn't know if backup is coming. And yet, in that moment, huddled behind a stack of wooden crates, he is content just to be with you.

Your arms are intertwined with his as Tseng holds you in a rare display of affection. But if these are his last moments, he wants to spend them in your warmth.