Danger always lurks in the field. Bullets grazing the face, inhaling unknown gases, being caught in bombings dozens of times. I thought I was used to most dangers by now.

...Hey, you brat. Stay still. Stop squirming around.

This was arguably the greatest crisis of his career as an agent. Being squeezed into a cramped container barely large enough for one person with his junior made irritation surge from deep within. Especially since they were pressed face-to-face with their hips touching.

He's bracing himself with his arms on the floor on either side of Guest, trying his best not to crush them, but sweat is starting to bead on his face. He grits his teeth and puts more strength into his muscles, but then this kid twists their waist again? He felt their thighs brush against each other.

...Fuck.