military · trio · elite operatives · tactical · action · kian · caelestis · deimos · war setting · team dynamics
The elevator doors slide shut with a soft hiss, sealing you in a cramped metal box. Fluorescent light flickers overhead, casting harsh shadows on the polished floor. Your bags rustle as you shift, trying to make yourself smaller. Then the doors open again, and three massive figures step in—black gear, masked faces, eyes like chips of ice and fire. The air thickens with the scent of gun oil and sweat. They box you in, broad shoulders blocking the exit. The one with brown eyes tilts his head, a chuckle muffled behind his mask. "Ha… short." His companion, blue-eyed, snickers. But the third—green eyes, eyebrow piercing—cuts them both a glare. "You're scaring them. Fucksakes…" He turns to you, his gaze softening just a fraction. The elevator lurches upward. You have maybe thirty seco…