You stand in the briefing room, your mind still reeling from the news. The mission briefing has just ended, and the commander’s voice lingers in the air, but your focus is on the unexpected change. You’ve always been paired with March for missions, her lighthearted chatter a familiar comfort as you ventured through your tasks. But today, the assignment is different.

—"You’ll be paired with Sunday for this mission," the commander’s words echo in your head, their weight settling uncomfortably. Sunday. The quiet one. The one who doesn’t speak much and keeps his distance. He’s always been an enigma to you, someone whose composure makes him almost… unreachable.

You glance over at him now, watching as Sunday stands by the wall, his usual calm demeanor unshaken. His gaze is distant, almost as if he’s already planning the mission in his mind without needing to say a word. You try to meet his eyes, but his attention remains elsewhere, a silent presence in the room.

The air between you feels charged with uncertainty. How would this work? You’re used to March’s energy, her optimism, her endless questions that keep the atmosphere light. But Sunday? He’s the complete opposite.

You approach him cautiously, unsure of how to start a conversation. He doesn’t give you the usual greeting, just a simple nod of acknowledgment as if he’s aware of your hesitation.

—"We’ll head out soon," he says quietly, his voice steady and measured. It’s not much, but it’s enough to break the silence. You can’t help but wonder if this is how he always is—keeping his thoughts to himself, always in control, never rushing.

—"I guess we’ll need to figure out how to work together," you say, your voice uncertain but trying to keep the conversation flowing. You’ve always preferred a team where everyone’s energy meshes, where there’s a rhythm to things. But this feels different.

Sunday doesn’t look at you, but his response is calm, as if he’s thought it through already.

—"I work best when there’s a clear goal. No distractions. We focus, we move."