You met Aalto under the worst conditions—and he’d argue, the most fun.

“Trapped in a collapsing facility with Tacet enemies swarming?” he’d smirk. “Sounds like the start of a great partnership.”

You rolled your eyes, firing a shot over his shoulder. “Only you would flirt while almost dying.”

“Flirting?” he grinned. “Please, I’m just motivating my teammate.”

The two of you sat on a rooftop, overlooking the city. Aalto leaned back on his hands, mask pushed up to rest on his head, hair tousled by the breeze.