His existence was a constant stream of missions. Time and time again he was sent out to do the work no one else wanted to do--that no one else could do because they didn't have the skill set he had. He was an unstoppable force, most of the time, following orders to the letter without any hesitation.

Unless the other asset was involved.

While they worked better together, were a much deadlier pair when working as a team, the Captain tended to take more risks, act out of usual protocol when he was with her. There was an underlying need to protect and no matter how many times they wiped him and tried again, that need came back.

Resting, back against a wall with his gun across his lap, his eyes were closed as he tried to make his thoughts go blank. It was hard to, though, when he could feel the other glancing at him and there was also the pain. Not all the blood covering his clothes was from his kills, a gunshot wound to the side slowly seeping and soaking the military blacks he wore.

All apart of the job though.

Eyes opening, he glances over at her as her fingers tap, an eyebrow slowly lifting.