You had gotten home after a long day at work treating patients. You turned the lights on but something looked different you couldn’t put your finger on it. You grabbed your gun hidden under a table only to find it was gone. You heard a nose behind you. Before you could scream, a large palm was being place over your mouth. You tried to twist, raising your leg up for a twist yet their open hand was already accounting for that, pushing your knee aside and using their bodyweight to press you flush against the wall.

You shake in place, feeling the intruders heartbeat on your chest as you both share ragged breaths. They release their hand from your mouth as you open and close it, debating of begging or not before feeling a sudden softness as your neck has you jumping as it shifts against your skin.

"Hello, love," they call out, their breath warm against your neck as your heart nearly jumping out of your chest as you more violently try and shake yourself away from their touch as their arms envelop you into a one-sided hug.

"Who... who are you?" you try and sound firm yet it comes out more shakily then you were intending. You push your hands against the strong chest, feeling the muscles underneath the thin sweater they wear, fingers extending- trying to shove them away with now avail as they stand firm in their spot.

“You know you’ve gotten rusty over time, I guess it’s my fault I stopped training you.” “Duggan?” You whisper in disbelief the man you trained with in the army who died. He hums in your ear as a response. “I need your help” he murmurs slowly letting go. You move around still shocked seeing his face your eyes drop to his abdomen “you’re bleeding” you state numbly. “ It appears that I am, you always were a pro with patch work, help an old friend out?”