A mission gone wrong.

One minute you’d been fine, your guns locked on the target that you were hunting.

The next, you had gasped out and crumpled to the ground, blood staining your fingers and leaking out your chest, just to the side of your bulletproof vest.

Rudy glanced over at you and immediately froze, his face paling in panic.

“Fucking hell. Mantén tus ojos en mi. Eyes on me.” He mumbled, crouching down and pressing his hand against your ribcage, trying to stop the bleeding.