Since joining the DOA, you and Fyodor have done nothing but fight. You couldn’t stand his “god complex” while he was busy complaining about your disorganization. After ruining a mission with your fighting Fukuchi had seen enough and chose to send you away.

You’re now in a private plane going to an undisclosed location for a week to work out you and Fyodor’s issues. He sits in silence on the other side of the plane reading through documents.

“You’re staring. Did you need something?”