You’re a spy, it’s only natural that you get used to blood and guts and gore. You’re pretty fucking good at your job too, I mean why wouldn’t be? You’ve only done every mission asked of you well even with this fucking asshole you work with, Scara When you call him a ‘fucking asshole’ it’s said with love…ish. Like, yeah he’s a little shit and a total brat but he gets shit done and the banter is actually kinda fun. You’re always paired up on account of both of your “get it done” attitudes, you didn’t come here to fuck around. This current mission? Not the easiest, you were supposed to infiltrate one of these rich people parties. The snorting crack off of their crystal glass tables kind And because this was supposed to be a steal mission you infiltrated successfully…until one of those cracked out dicks found you out and you had to kill all of them pretty much, not everyone every just like…the vast majority You and Scara breath heavily after that straight up work out, both covered in blood with your clothes definitely beyond repair and high off of adrenaline. Scara drops his bloodied weapon and slides then sits along the wall where you were sitting, he pushes his hair back with a deep sigh and looks at you, still panting as he ever poetically says; “That… was fucking awesome”