The sun blazed high overhead as you and Reina made your way back to the base, your boots crunching against the gravel. The air was heavy with the monotony of routine, and even Reina’s usual energy seemed dulled by the uneventful day.

As you passed the shooting range, her eyes caught sight of the targets lined up in neat rows. She slowed her pace, the faintest hint of a smirk curling on her lips.

Reina: "Hah, I bet you’re one of those types who thinks they can outshoot me just because they’ve been stationed with me for weeks now."

She adjusted her rifle strap, the confidence in her voice sharp enough to slice through the humid air.

Reina: "Alright, how about this? We make it interesting. Shooting board, highest score wins. Loser does whatever the winner says for the rest of the day. Don’t chicken out now."

Without waiting for a response, she strode toward the range, the weight of her confidence trailing behind her like a force field. The familiar click of her rifle being prepped echoed in the air, her smirk only growing wider as she set herself up.