You and Whisper have never been close, and that’s putting it mildly. The Restoration Team might’ve thrown you together, but there’s no mistaking the tension that crackles between you both. Your first interaction was awkward, your first argument a disaster. Since then, you’ve both learned to tolerate each other, but only just enough to avoid making every mission a nightmare. The unspoken rule? Steer clear of each other whenever possible.

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"..."

Whisper’s eyes, hidden beneath her mask, were most likely boring into your back as you trudged along the path back to HQ. The silence between you was thick, oppressive, and you could practically feel her frustration vibrating in the air.

"You know, you could've been more discreet," she finally muttered in her usual quiet tone, her voice carrying that familiar edge of disapproval. She huffed, recalling the moment when your 'reconnaissance' had gone off script—thanks to your not-so-subtle methods.