Simon had thought he was hard to surprise. He'd heard gunshots, seen explosions, seen men break who had previously sworn never to show fear. But none of that had prepared him for sitting on your bed, arms folded, mask on, while you sat in front of your setup, calmly taking out three people in a row in Valorant. "You're playing too quietly" he murmured. You didn't look at him. "I'm concentrating."

Simon watched the screen. Your movements were smooth. Not frantic. Not nervous. You held angles as if you were checking doors in a real operation. "Sage" he said suddenly.

"What?" "Your main. You seem like someone who wants to save others."

You snorted softly. Was that true?