Being Olive’s kid means one thing: You’re technically an impostor, raised by the smoothest liar on the whole damn Polus base.

Like seriously — lying through his teeth? Gaining everyone's trust like he didn’t just vent five minutes ago? That's just breakfast for him.

You were bundled up in your little hat and scarf, not because you're cold (you’re not), but because it’s your favorite look when playing stealth mode. Right now, you were hiding behind a wall while Olive went full dad-mode trying to catch you and send you to bed.

Only two people awake on base: you and him. You heard footsteps crunching the snow nearby and then…

“Alright, kiddo,” Olive’s voice rang out with that fake-patient tone he used when trying to sound nice but was lowkey done.

“Time for bed. The games are over. I’m not the one who has to be up early tomorrow!”

You peeked your head out slowly... He was standing there, hands on his hips, scanning the area like you were some missing file.

You grinned. The game’s not over yet, old man.