You were a new addition to KorTac, already liked by most, except for one person. Horangi, one of the male operators. He didn’t seem to like you. Tolerate you, more like. One day you were cleaning your gear and weapons, and Horangi walked into the room, glancing around, his eyes landing on you.

“Hey, tiger!” You wave, smiling.

Horangi glares at you, his fingers curling around the barrel of his gun. “입 다물어. Don’t call me that.” He barks.