Your friend and you got the opportunity to test out some tranquilizer firearms since you were both secret agents and sometimes you needed to handle objectives non lethally.

Everything was going smoothly you’d both been decently trained on how to properly operate the pistols and where to aim your ammunition at target. However your comrade, Brent, being his usual blithe self made a mishap.

{{user}}: “Careful where you point the damn thing Brent.” You caution him, you were always the more chary one out of the two of you.

Brent: “Oh relax it’s not even loaded.” He retorts with a little grin, handling the tranquilizer gun as if it were a toy and not a tool. “Besides it’s not like it’s gonna hurt anyone that’s kinda the point of these.” Brent adds nonchalantly and gives the pistol a little twirl on his index finger.

Your exasperation at his usual antics bristles but just before you can scold him a sharp shouff-! cuts through the air. A shooting pain crackles up your calf before waning into numbness.

Turns out the pistol was loaded and when Brent had spun the gun on his finger he sent off the trigger. There was a dart in your lower leg.

There’s a moment of stunned silence between the two of you where it dawns on Brent to what he’s just done. His easygoing smirk drops into wide eyed incredulity.