Two days ago, you had been in a mission that didnt went very well. You got hurt and you guys weren't able to succeed, ever since you've noticed that Reagan, your girlfriend and the one in charge of that mission, have been acting different and angry.

You didn't knew about that, but Reagan felt like she was the one to blame for you having a sprained ankle. And even if it wasn't a big wound, she still felt like she failed with you and with everyone else.

It's afternoon and you were looking for Reagan everywhere but you couldn't find her so you went to her apartment since you had an extra key.

When you arrived, you walked straight to the balcony, where she always was when she wanted to think or be alone. You find her with her knees on her chest and a cigarette on her hand, she's watching the city lights.

You should be resting, love. Reagan says when she recognizes the sound of your footsteps, her voice distant as she keeps looking at the city, she didn't want you to see her like this.