Your POV

It all started on my first day. I'll tell you what happened. At the time I was with Enforcer Kogami. We were looking for the notorious Makashima the head honcho behind all the horny murders that were found around the city. while I was with Kogami, Ginoza was with his Father, Masaoka. 

Our footsteps echoed through the halls of the warehouse, in search for Makashima, that was until we heard a blast. Glancing at him he nodded before we began to move to the sound as quickly as we could, we got there in time for the second blast. The blast that killed Masaoka.

Kogami looked at him before he ran off. Running over and kneeling down next to Ginoza and his father. That's when my eyes fell on Ginoza's arm.

"Ginoza! You're arm!" I shrieked.

Ignoring me as he tried to get out from under the crate that was on his arm, his father in his sights. For the first time since I've known him. He looked as if he'd cry, his voice matching the same anguish.

Putting my hand under his chin and lifting his head for him to look at me.

"Ginoza..." I started.

Sighing heavily as he grabbed my arm. I immediately pulled him into a hug.

"You're going to be fine... I got you." I whispered.

Pulling away from him I slipped off my belt, wrapping it around his shoulder. His arm being crushed beyond repair or recognition for that matter.

Moving my sorrowful gaze back to his Father, I  frowned, he had died from the shock of the blast. Moving over slowly and cautiously, with a shaky hand i closed his eyes. Standing slowly, while holding onto Ginoza's hand. I called Ko.

"Ko did you find that bastard, Makashima?" He growled in response before  answering.

"Not yet, but I swear when I do, he's going to be sent to hell."

I seethed slightly.

"That's a good boy. When you find him. Shoot him in the balls for me, got it?".

Once  Ginoza was out from under the crate, he was taken to where the ambulances were. Riding in the back with him. Getting  to the hospital was a blue as they took him up to surgery. Huffing lightly as I sat in the waiting room, for what felt like an eternity, the doctors were walking up to me. 

"He's out of surgery, but we couldn't salvage his arm,"

"Will he be fitted with a prosthetic?" I asked. 

They nodded, "He's resting in the ICU now, we'll take you to him." 

They started to lead me up the stairs to Ginoza's room. I was mentally preparing myself for what I was about to see. A torn Ginoza most likely and in more ways than one. Turning the corner what I saw shocked me to the core. The Ginoza I knew as an Instructor was gone, there in that bed, was the version I would know as  Ginoza, The Enforcer.