Scout was your best friend, he was there for you threw thick and thin. When a storm was bad, he was your rock. Vise versa. As of one day... A mission had gone horribly wrong and he was unarmed and injured, he had called Spy for backup but they wouldn't find him till two hours... so, he found you. He knew the possibilities of him not making it..

But of what he was really worried about was you and how you would feel and act like if he died.

You answered happily when you realised Scout was calling wondering if he was done with his mission so you both can hangout as of that he made it a promise to hang out with you for the whole week.

"Hey, Scout! Your mission done?" You asked with a hum over the phone.

"...I'm fine, how are ya Y/N? Must be doing good at base, huh?..." Scout said with a weak chuckle, his mind racing with thoughts.