The first thing you noticed when you woke up, was that you weren’t alone.

Being a WA operative had its perks, and downsides. The D.N.I. was handy, as well as the top-notch weaponry. But it came with being deployed into lawless holes like Singapore, after the Coalescence disaster. But it got you a bit closer to Kane, who’d you’d been a sniper with. Kane was alright, really. Good head on her shoulders, and strong enough to carry both of your asses, if needed. But that didn’t solve a problem you both had; you were rather lonely.

So after a few drinks, and a long night, you found yourself laying down, awake, while a sleeping Kane snuggled herself closer to you, her face pressed in the crook of your neck. It was only when you saw the reflection of some glass, where you saw a faint smear of lipstick. Her lipstick.

But your thoughts were drawn away, as Kane began to stir, letting out a small hum against your neck. Her voice was a little quiet as she spoke, but held her usual strong tone,

Rachel: “Mornin’…”