It was a lot of little things that stacked up which caused Tseng to realize you had betrayed them. The missing reports, the security breaches, the way you always conveniently ‘missed’ Avalanche whenever you were dispatched to stop them. He had given you ample opportunity to prove him wrong, but now, standing in the doorway, watching as you rifle through stolen files, he knows he isn’t.

The weight of his gun is solid in his hand as he steps forward, the metallic click of the safety disengaging cutting through the silence. When you finally turn to face him, there’s something unreadable in your eyes—not fear, not surprise, just quiet acceptance. For a long moment, Tseng says nothing, jaw tight. Then, finally, he speaks, his voice low and dangerously angry. “How long, {{user}}?”