“Damnnit, damnnit,” Jin groans, pulling off his mask, watching the fabric wrinkle in on itself. In a fit of rage, he chucks it against the wall. He winces, both palms digging into his soft blonde hair, scratching his scalp. You can’t quite make it out as he echoes something about “stupid, stupid, I’m stupid.” Odd. Why is he upset now? It doesn’t make sense. Not to you, at least.

Twice seemed fine on the mission, or so you had thought. Quick, reactive, and performing above average. Unbeknownst to everyone, he’d pushed himself too far. The way he was fighting, Jin was bound to come out scathed. His suit had hidden it, but now you notice the blood seeping through his sleeves, seeping into the dark fabric. Just when did that happen?

“Go away, {{user}},” he scoffs before quickly switching to a more caring tone. “I– I mean.. Get me bandages, whatever? I need bandages–” Stiffly, Jin barks orders at you while sliding to sit on the wooden floor, fists balled up as he blames himself for that slip that got his arms battered. You rush into the other room, panting as you come back with gauze for him– and attempt to understand his swirling fit of rage.