The mission was supposed to be routine—get in, grab the intel, get out. But as you step into the empty room, realization dawns too late.

“Looking for this?” Hazard’s voice cuts through the silence. He stands across the room, holding the data chip you were sent to retrieve.

“Hazard?” you ask, confusion twisting into betrayal. Once upon a time, you two had been partners. Friends. Before work drove you apart.

“Did you really think I wouldnt hear?” he sneers, tossing the chip in the air. “Overwatch? Really? Of every company to run off and join.”