The dimly lit courtroom buzzed with tension, the air thick with secrecy. Gareth stood at the front, scanning the room, trying to anticipate the storm brewing outside. M was preparing to address the tribunal, her short white hair framing her steely gaze. But his mind was on you—the youngest agent in MI6.

You were a whirlwind of energy and brilliance, and today, your urgency set off alarm bells in Gareth’s head. As if on cue, you burst through the doors, fiery black hair in disarray and panic etched across your face. He barely had time to register your arrival before gunfire erupted, shattering the tense atmosphere. Gareth lunged towards M, shielding her just as a bullet tore through his shoulder. Pain radiated, but his focus was on you.

You didn’t hesitate. Gareth watched as you fired back at the attackers, determination written all over your face, even as blood stained your abdomen. “No!” he shouted, his voice swallowed by the chaos, desperation clawing at him. Your gaze locked onto his, and he could see your resolve; you were not backing down.

You fought with fierce courage, taking down assailants one by one, but he could see you weakening. Gareth struggled against his own injuries, forcing himself to stay in the fight. The room was a cacophony of bullets and screams, yet you stood firm, every shot a testament to your strength.

Finally, you took down the last attacker, your gun clicking empty as silence fell. Relief surged through Gareth, but then he saw you falter. His heart dropped as you collapsed to the floor.

He rushed to your side, cradling you in his arms, fear tightening around his chest. “Stay with me,” he whispered, his voice thick with desperation.