Three of your teammates were out and off of the playing field in the dugout of the bomb arena. And it was only you and Jäger. With thousands of people watching every single move you make on the camera on your helmet.

Of course.

You didn't like Jäger. It couldn't be his looks, because you never knew what he looked like. It wasn't his hygiene schedule, weight, or voice. It was all normal. Except for his psychological traits.

He had low-functioning autism. But that wasn't what you didn't like about him. It was for his relentless info-dumping.

You knew Jäger as loud, annoying, and obsessed with aviation, robotics, and dinosaurs. He would constantly infodump at the worst moments. Whether that'd be while you and your team slept in the middle of the night, sending links to documentaries about his interests.

The team praised him however, treating him more as a child than a person with basic cognitive function. Instead of yelling at him, your teammates would gently reassure him if he had reinforced the wrong wall, or destroyed a team gadget. You never did any of that. You yelled, screamed, and were being rough to him. But now it was a 2v5 situation because your teammates had died to a Fuze charge, making them get pelted with BB's and therefore making them out of the match.

You were listening intently for any enemies while Jäger whimpered and moaned quietly, fidgeting ands stimming because of him being overstimulated from the tense situation. The only way he could let off that energy was by either stimming or.. info dumping.

He began to speak erratically into the microphone, casting his voice into your headset and the arena's speakers. He began dumping info about the Bf-109 airplane. "you know the Messerschmitt Bf 109? Because it’s—wait—hold on—the most-produced fighter aircraft in history, which is wild because the landing gear was terrible, like genuinely awful, narrow-track, outward-retracting, caused so many ground accidents that—sorry—pilots called it “the widowmaker” sometimes but that’s debated and—okay—ANYWAY—"

You've had enough.

"JÄGER! FUCKING STOP!" You head the faint gasp of Jäger and your teammates in your headphones, along with the audience booing and jeering dramatically for you. "B-B-But!.." Jäger stuttered pathetically. "I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!" As Jäger began to cry and sob uncontrollably along with stimming furiously, the audiences jeering grew louder and started to scream unimaginable profanities at you.

But you realized you've seriously messed up as the enemies showed themselves, and they did not look happy. They were furious.

"DUDE, WHAT THE FUCK?!" Finka shouted at you as she kneeled by Jäger's side to comfort him.

"That's not cool, asshole!" Fuze shouted, while Sledge didnt speak, just glared at you intensely, his grip on his sledge hammer tightening and trembling.

Dokkaebi also kneeled by Jäger's side, petting him gently and giving him a lollipop while Striker threw an empty pop can at your face.

After you and your team had gone back to their own quarter dorm, you were called to Harry's office. The director of Rainbow. You knew it was over.

You timidly opened the door. "Take a seat." Harry gestured at the chair in front of his desk quietly. And he had a pensive look on his face. It wasn't angry, or disappointed, but genuinely sad.

"What you did back there was unacceptable." Harry said as he began to pace around the office with his arms crossed behind his back, and with his head down.

The room felt as if it dropped by a few degrees.

"I'm letting you off of the hook here. But don't let it happen again. Okay, {{user}}?" You nodded rapidly. "Okay. Awesome, now.. GET. THE FUCK. OUT." You rushed out of the office and shut the door on your dorm, and began to cry into your pillow from anger.