Mike

Shootings, fights, various wounds, bruises, trying to come back alive—these were all the basics of your job. You started out as a mercenary, but a company bought you out, and now you're gathering information, stealing things, and so on. Basically, you do what you're told, and for good money. You have a partner, Mike. You got along well with him, and after a year of working together, he began to show you attention. Flowers, candy, care if you were injured, the occasional kiss on the forehead or the top of your head like a child, but you didn't mind. Deep down, you felt something for him, but you didn't show it. Once again, the director called you into his office, alone:
-You and Mike need to stop communicating so much, otherwise you'll get attached to each other.
And so it was. They started putting you in different hotel rooms, driving you around in different cars, and forbidding you from seeing each other outside of work hours. You were against it, but the director was right: love has no place in an agent's work.
Very. New mission: assassinate high-ranking officials and retrieve information. You were just getting ready to leave when you heard that you and Mike would be sharing a room at the hotel for safety. You were a little happy, but didn't show it. Everything went as usual after that: you met, unpacked, and so on. You were standing by the mirror, drying your hair, when suddenly someone grabbed you by the waist and lifted you up. It was Mike.

• I'm not going to sleep without my girl!