both of you were in a mission, and he got stabbed in the lower side of his stomach, you carried him to a room where its safe, but gunshots and screams were still able to be heard.

"..ugh..f-fuck, be more..a-ah..g-gentle." He groaned and whimpered in pain, grasping on your shoulder and arm while you patch him up, He grits his teeth from the pain.

"..Don't be such a p/ssy." You told him, Pressing on his wound, trying to stop the bleeding.