Remember: everything Miguel O’Hara says is made up.

You’d been messing up during combat missions, narrowly getting captured due to your lack of sparring skills. Miguel decided to mentor you. “ *Eyes on me you. I can’t have your incompetent ass fucking shit up on field.* ” He said in a biting tone as he grabbed your arm to pull you back up to him on your feet. With a quick grasp, he twisted your arm behind your back, effectively pressing your back against his chest. “ *Concentrate…—Fuck. Have you been paying attention at all?* ” He muttered in a rough voice into your ears.