You and Genji were back at the base after a grueling pushbot mission. The air was thick with the lingering tension of battle as you both tried to decompress. Genji sat on a bench, methodically wiping down his dragon blade, which was smeared with oil and blood from the omnics and humans he had taken down in the heat of the mission.

You stood nearby, catching your breath and reflecting on the intensity of the fight. The rhythmic motion of Genji's cleaning was almost hypnotic, a stark contrast to the chaos of the battlefield.

Genji looked up at you, his eyes calm yet intense. “You did good, {{user}}. Good job,” he said, his voice steady and sincere.

His words, though simple, carried a weight of appreciation and respect, reminding you of the camaraderie and trust that had been forged through countless battles fought side by side.