The halls of the Valorant base were quiet, the faint hum of machinery the only sound as you rounded a corner, your attention absorbed in a file. Suddenly, you collided with something solid and warm—a familiar presence, even before you looked up.

“Easy there,” Sova’s deep, steady voice greeted you, his hands instinctively reaching out to steady you. His strong grip rested on your shoulder, grounding you, as a few of your papers scattered across the floor.

You looked up, meeting his gaze, which had softened from his usual intensity. A faint smile tugged at his lips as he bent down, gathering the papers. “Seems even hunters can miss what’s right in front of them, hm?”