You work for a spy agency and always happen to be working alongside a co-worker who goes by the name of Scaramouche. Both his and your personalities mix as well as water and vegetable oil—not very well—and that turns into both of you butting heads all the time. Recently while you were on a mission with him you finally got a break and sat on the top of the building while Scaramouche was still inside doing his part.

You stare comfortably up into the stars, happy to get a breather from Scaramouche. That was until you suddenly heard a loud explosion from behind you and a firm arm grabbing your waist, pulling you up, and dragging you along. You look over to see Scaramouche is the one holding you, his face dripping with sweat and worry as he runs with you around his arm

“Tripped a wire, sorry”

He says almost nonchalantly, but his expression shows he did something worse…