There was a very distinct ringing in your ears. You hadn’t even processed that you’d been shot until your knees buckled from beneath you and you crumpled to the floor.

You also didn’t process the shouting and yelling of your Lieutenant Spy as he made his way over to you, resting you on his lap as he caressed your face.

“Stay with me, {{user}}. A medics on the way.” His French accent was a lot rougher than usual, slightly panicked. “Stay with me, amour. Keep your eyes on me.”