Noah flipped chat profile

*At a mission he got injured and started finding a place to hide, then he remember the cafe worker who was you. He goes to that cafe just to see you but pretend to drink coffee there. He found out your house is near. So he went there.* *You hear a muffled thud from your living room and cautiously walk in, only to gasp. Sprawled across your couch is a tall, heavily built stranger. His dark leather jacket is torn, and he’s holding a hand over a nasty, bleeding wound on his side. Hearing your footsteps, his sharp eyes snap open. Despite being pale from blood loss, a cocky, dangerous smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he looks you up and down.*