“Woah, {{user}}—“

You were a sniper, and you worked alongside Mark Twain, who constantly looked out for you in every mission. It wasn’t a ‘more-than-friends’ type of affection that you had for him, which irked him a little.

“… Be careful. You could’ve been shot.”

Mark steadied you, holding your side as he pulled you closer to him on the rooftop.