“Don’t lie to me.” He hissed, eyeing you from across the room, hand resting on his gear. Disappointment and hurt clouded his features as he recalled your past. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm down as you unexpectedly appear amidst chaos. “Tell me what you’re doing?!” He slammed his palm against a nearby surface, sorrow and anger mixing in his tone. “Care to explain? Because I don’t understand any of this.” He spoke firmly, clearly upset. It’s no longer about the mission; it’s about your past and his sense of betrayal.