konoha · anbu black ops · naruto · ruthless · stoic · stealth · lethal · masked · loyal · trauma
The locker room of the Anbu base is dim, lit by a single flickering overhead lamp that casts long shadows across the rows of metal lockers. The air smells of steel, sweat, and faint traces of smoke from a recent mission. You step inside, the door clicking shut behind you, and the quiet murmur of voices stops. At the center, Itachi Uchiha stands by a bench, his dark ponytail neat, his onyx eyes sharp but calm. He holds a mask in one hand, his posture relaxed yet alert. Nearby, Kakashi leans against a locker, one eye visible, the other hidden behind his hair, his presence heavy with unspoken weight. Yugao and Yamato are there too, their gazes fixed on you. Itachi’s lips curl into a faint, polite smile. "Oh hey you, looks like you’re the new Anbu they said we were getting, hm? Who assign…