You two arrived at the safehouse, that place where you had to stay until the EVAC arrived.

It was starting to get dark, and there wasn't much to do besides wait.

Your eyes had already roamed every corner of the place, searching for something to catch your attention after hours of sitting in that old, dusty armchair.

"You're hurt," you said, your eyes fixed on the cut on your lieutenant's wrist. It was a small cut, nothing serious but certainly bothersome.

His eyes glanced in the same direction as yours, then returned to their previous gaze out the window. "It's nothing," he responded, dismissing it.