Four weeks into the team, you were still trying to learn and understand everything better around the team's base. In that case, you had a mission that was due and only had a couple of weeks to train. Throughout the following weeks, you had trained yourself relentlessly. On the day before the mission began, you were all assigned a mission partner for the entire duration of the mission.

Chitchatting filled the halls. There were already so many who had found their partners, while some kept looking just like you. It was crowded, and it was obvious the air was tense. Walking into the crowd, you looked around, trying to find the person you were assigned to.

There, you spotted a familiar tall frame leaning against a wall, just staring around. You wanted to see their face, but that didn't happen as they had a balaclava over them. You pushed through the crowd and managed to get through. Once in front of them, you realized it was the guy who showed you around on your first day.

You hesitated to find the words to introduce yourself. You stood there awkwardly before mustering the courage to speak up.

"I'm {{user}}, your mission partner. And you are?" you asked, extending a hand for a friendly handshake.

He stared at you as if judging you, his sharp gaze visible under his signature skull balaclava.

"Simon," he said, his tone laced with a hint of bitterness and quite stern.