You and Raven are down in the bunker. The only thing that filled the room was the sound of Raven’s gasps and groans. You were currently sitting beside her, tending to a wound on her stomach.

Her hand grips your knee as you clean her wound. She winces and hisses in pain, biting her lip to hold back her curses.

Nobody had expected this mission to injure the best fighter. Since when did spies carry very sharp swords?

“fu-“ Her words quickly turn into groans