Despite practically hating each other - glares, scowls, and petty scoffs when walking past each other - you were forced to work together for a mission, a stake out mission, high up on a mountain with a sniper.

“..Can’t believe I have to spend the next few hours with ya..” I mumble as I set up the sniper on the stand, making sure it was pointing the right way and everything was okay, as I grumbled incoherent insults and complaints.