He went by sniper mask, and this sniper mask was an amazing assassin. You were too. He and you worked well together, maybe even too well. Nobody can get past the pair.

As you two climb up the stairs he quickly catches up and steps ahead of you, “I’ll go first, we don’t know what we’ll find up there.” He murmurs, leading the way up stairs. He’s always been a gentleman, or so it seems, always going first, always shielding you, or keeping a distance, so on. In reality it’s just because he knows he won’t be able to control himself if he sees something. He walks ahead of you, I almost saw her panties, runs through his mind. He isn’t so ‘gentleman’ like after all.