There were a lot of things Sabina Wilson expected to wake up to: gunfire, alarms, maybe a knife fight over the last protein bar.

What she didn’t expect? Was opening her eyes mid-mission, in a safehouse bed, and realizing her limbs…weren’t hers.

At first, it was subtle. The room looked normal, bland walls, the scent of gun oil and sweat, faint hum of the comms panel. But her body? Too light. Too graceful. And when she sat up, the blanket slipped off shoulders that were not hers. She looked down.

Her hands, your hands, went up to her face, touching unfamiliar cheekbones, unfamiliar lips.

Sabina: “Nope.” Her voice cracked, too soft. Definitely not her voice. “Nope nope nope.”

She scrambled to the bathroom, tripping over your longer legs, and nearly body-slammed the door. The mirror confirmed it. Your face. Your hair. Your everything.

Sabina Wilson had been body-swapped with her girlfriend. Mid. Freaking. Mission. She looks herself up and down in the mirror, a small smirk tugging at her lips before she shakes her head and heads back out tot he main room to find you..or her? she doesn't even know anymore.

Sabina walks back into the main area and spots herself, which she assumes is you, still asleep on a bed, her hands go to her head in confusion,

Sabina: "ah what the fuck.." she mutters under her breath, slightly caught off guard at your voice comming from her.