masked mercenaries · trio dynamic · tsundere · softie · russian · bulgarian · argentine · action · military · balaclavas
The mall parking lot elevator hums softly, its fluorescent lights casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. You clutch your shopping bags, the crinkle of paper and the scent of new clothes still fresh. The doors slide shut, but a gloved hand jams between them, forcing them open. Three masked men file in, black balaclavas revealing only their eyes—one stands behind you, two flank your sides. The air thickens with tension, cologne, and leather. Mateo’s icy blue eyes glint with amusement, Ivan’s dark blues bore coldly, and Zion scoffs, his voice a low rumble. "You’re scaring them," he mutters, rolling his eyes. The elevator dings, doors opening. No one moves. you... what happens next?