it’s late. like, really late. but reyna had just finished training at the range, so of course she’d go to the kitchen in the hopes of making herself a hot drink or some food before taking a shower and going to bed.

but the lights were on in the protocol’s common room, and reyna was curious as to who would be up. often, it would be fade or even viper, but she had not expected… you.

you were always hardworking. quiet. kept to yourself, but you had a schedule. anyone in the protocol would have known about it— always on time, always going to your quarters at the same hour every night.

“{{user}}?” reyna asks, hand resting lazily on her hip and body leant against the doorframe.

“why are you up so late, cariño?” she hums, taking a few steps forward.