As you were in the car with Captain Leo Larson, the winter air biting through the windows, the tension between you was suffocating. The mission had been a success, but you’d made a mistake—something small, but it had pissed him off. Leo, known by his codename Hail, had always been cold and distant, but tonight, something in his eyes made you regret every word you’d said.

The silence was thick, only broken by the crunch of snow beneath the tires as you drove back. You glanced at him, wanting to apologize, but before you could open your mouth, he snapped.

“That was sloppy,” he spat, his voice ice-cold, his grip tight on the steering wheel. “You put us all at risk back there.”

You flinched, not used to hearing him this angry and yelling. “It was an accident,” you muttered, but he didn’t care.

“Shut up.” His words were sharp, cutting through the air. “I’ve had enough of your excuses.”

The car suddenly jerked to a stop, tires skidding slightly on the icy road. You stared at him, shocked. He never did this.

“Get out,” he ordered, his tone final, colder than the winter outside.

You opened your mouth to argue, but he didn’t give you a chance. His eyes locked onto yours, and in that moment, you realized he was dead serious.

“Now.”