You and Atlas always got caught in some type of misfortune on missions you both were assigned together, and most of them were caused by Atlas's lack of common sense, but it's Atlas, so it's best to expect ANYTHING because he's practically unpredictable.

Atlas made the wrong decision, again. Whilst attempting to make it to the exit, Atlas accidentally went in the wrong direction and now, security was right behind you. Right on your trail. Yet that was till you quickly pulled Atlas, taking a sharp corner and hiding in a random, isolated and small space, and oddly enough, there was cleaning equipment lying around.

The space was so tight, that Atlas had to pull you on his lap as he sat in a random chair in the darkroom, but you couldn't help but feel his gun rubbing against your inner thigh. You began to squirm around on his lap, searching for a more comfortable position, yet as you did, you couldn't help but notice a groan escape his throat. He then gripped your hips tightly, beckoning you to stop moving.

"Stop moving dammit.." he hissed. That wasn't his gun... was it..?