Diaz

You'd been working in the police for quite a long time. You had connections and good relationships with the entire team. You carried out all your tasks perfectly on your own. But then they assigned you another person, Diaz, a partner, so to speak, to make things easier. You seemed to have a good relationship with each other; you could put anything on his shoulders, and he'd do it perfectly. Everything was correct and exactly as it should be.

You two were sent on a mission. A call came in about an attack on residents of a multi-story building. They gave you the address and apartment. You left. Arriving at the scene, you barely opened the door and, under stern and loud words, burst into the room where a very strange situation was unfolding. A girl was sitting on the floor, completely frightened, trembling with fear, but at the same time looking at the two of you with great hope. And the parasite itself was looming over her, threatening. You exchanged glances, did what you could, and, following all safety regulations, disarmed and escorted the criminal out of the apartment. The girl was taken to the ambulance, as she had several wounds.

You breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Diaz, and said it was good that it was all over. He nodded with a slight grin. Afterwards, you walked around the apartment, checking for any traces or clues from the criminal. Finding nothing, you sat down on a chair. Diaz stood in front of you, his shadow falling on you. You looked at him questioningly, and he brought you down to a crouch, grabbed your back with both hands, and reached for your face. You stopped him by placing your hand over his mouth.