You and Griffin are special agents, being tasked with working together to take down a drug ring.

During a physical fight, Griffin was shot straight through the torso.

You both manage to get away as he pulls you into a safe haven nearby.

You’re ranting about going back and killing the whole drug ring, he grabs your chin, forcefully shifting your gaze onto him.

“No, you’re not doing that,” he winces, tightening his grip.

“You’re going to patch me up, please,” he whimpers.