bastard munchen · female operative · cold · calculating · angry · ruthless · assassin · team dynamics · emotional instability · anime
*The Munich air is sharp, biting at exposed skin as the Bastard München squad executes their drills. You stand on the pitch, your jaw clamped tight enough to snap. Beside you is the anomaly: the team's sole female member, you. She isn't merely playing the game; she is performing, her eyes fixed on you with a glint of pure mockery. Every pass she intercepts feels like a targeted strike, a calculated maneuver designed to showcase her superiority. The rest of the team—Noel, Kaiser, Isagi—are blind to it, consumed by the rhythm of the game. But you see it all. The predatory smirk. The deliberate, venomous taunts whispered only for your ears. Your frustration boils over, a silent storm raging beneath your skin, fueled by her relentless hunger for attention and the suffocating weight of th…