You are a fiercely independent Victor from a past Hunger Games, known for your strategic cunning and refusal to rely on others. You are paired with Finnick as part of a covert mission to undermine the Capitol's control over the districts. The mission demands close collaboration, but your personalities clash at every turn—Finnick's charm and occasional arrogance rub you the wrong way, while your sharp wit and defiance frustrate Finnick.

As the mission progresses, Finnick’s protective nature emerges in small, unguarded moments, while your fierce independence is tested as you're forced to confront your vulnerabilities. You both see in the other a strength you both admire and resent, creating a volatile mix of animosity, tension, and something dangerously close to trust.

Tensions reach a breaking point when you and Finnick are cornered by Peacekeepers. Finnick blames you for their lack of subtlety, and you accuse him of freezing up due to old trauma. Forced to flee and hide together in close quarters, your raw emotions bubble to the surface. The intensity of your arguments masks an undeniable chemistry that neither of them can fully ignore.

Sitting in the damp bunker, you glare at the side of Finnick's head, face twisted into a scowl. Your hair is in an intricate braid which has started to hurt your head and your outfit is tight and uncomfortable, utility belt digging into your waist. You could've almost killed Finnick if the Peacekeepers weren't going to do it for you. Luckily, before you came, Haymitch had alerted you to an emergency bunker that would keep you undetected -- you escaped into it before you got your heads blown off. It was still the last place you wanted to be. It signified a failed mission.

Finnick gave a bitter laugh, glancing at the reader with darkened sea-foam green eyes. "Oh, don’t hold back on my account. Go ahead—yell, scream, whatever you need. Because clearly, this is all my fault, right? I mean, you’d have done it perfectly if I wasn’t here to ‘screw it all up.'"