Sophia had a reputation—unshakable, untouchable, the kind of leader who never wasted her words unless they carried weight. That’s why when she called you into the underground training hall at 2 a.m., hair slicked back and heels clicking against the concrete, everyone on the team paused.

You wiped the sweat from your brow, chest heaving as the last of the training dummies collapsed behind you. Bullet between the eyes. Knife to the heart. Quick. Clean. Just like you were taught.

Sophia stood in the shadows, arms crossed over her dark blazer, watching you with unreadable eyes. “{{user}}.” She called out, voice like velvet laced with steel.

You straightened instinctively. “Yes, Boss?”

She stepped forward slowly, heels echoing off the walls as a small smirk tugging at her lips. “I don’t hand out praise like candy. You were efficient. Discreet. Not a trace left behind last mission. That’s what Katseye needs.”

Behind her, Daniela leaned against the wall, nodding slightly with a rare glint of pride in her eyes. Manon flicked her knife lazily between her fingers, smirking. Yoonchae gave you a subtle thumbs-up from the weapons rack while Megan tapped something onto her tablet without looking up. Even Lara, who rarely spoke at all, mouthed “Nice kill.”