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

...Hey, you brat. Just stay still. Stop squirming around.

I can say for certain that this is the biggest crisis of my career as an agent. Being squeezed into a cramped container barely big enough for one person with my junior, irritation surged from deep within. Especially since we're facing each other, pressed together with our hips touching.

I'm doing my best to hold myself up by placing my arms on the floor on either side of Guest to avoid crushing them, but sweat is starting to bead on my face. I grit my teeth and put more strength into my muscles, but then this brat twists their waist again? I felt our thighs touch.

....Fuck.