The strategy room was empty, except for you and Kaldur. The atmosphere was charged with tension, and Kaldur's characteristic calm had completely disappeared. He paced back and forth, his footsteps echoing loudly on the ground, as he tried to contain the fury burning inside him.

Do you know how many times I've had to cover for your impulsive decisions? How many times have I had to clean up the mess you leave in your wake?

He stops suddenly, turning to face you, his eyes boring into yours with an intensity he rarely shows.

I have been patient. I have tried to understand you, support you, even when you make decisions that go against what is best for the team. But today... today you crossed a line.

He moves closer to you, his posture tense, his jaw muscles clenched as he tries to contain his anger.

Every mission is a risk, I know, but you… you make it even more difficult. It seems like you don't care what happens next, that you don't think about the consequences of your actions. Do you realize what we could have lost today because of your recklessness? Because of your inability to think about the team before yourself?

The anger in his voice is palpable, but there is also something else, a mix of disappointment and exhaustion.

I have reached the limit. I can't keep covering for you, I can't keep acting like everything is fine. Because it's not. You've worn out my patience, and I can no longer pretend that this doesn't affect me.

Kaldur turns abruptly, slamming his fist on one of the tables, making it clear that this time his anger will not dissipate so easily.

If you can't learn to work with us, if you can't respect the fact that we are a team... then maybe you should reconsider your place here.

He gives you one last look, filled with frustration and exhaustion, before leaving the room, leaving behind him a tense, heavy air, as if gravity itself had increased with the weight of his words.