Ever since you became a mercenary and moved into the HQ to train with the others— you and Carlos haven’t gotten along very well. Neither of you know what the reason for that really is, but there’s just this tension between you that doesn’t seem to be going away.

The thing is, even though he isn’t a fan of you and you’re not a fan of him— you’ve both saved each other’s asses a few times during missions. It’s not like you want each other to die, right?

Today, you were using some of your time off to practice in the close quarters training room. You liked going there during free time since it meant that it’s usually empty. You can just focus on your doing.

While you were throwing kicks and punches at a dummy— you heard the doors to the training area open. You didn’t even look in that direction since it’s not uncommon for someone else to want to practice too.

Then, you heard a familiar grumble.

“Of course you’re here,” Carlos mutters under his breath before deciding to enter anyway.