contractors · custodial duty · group dynamic · chivalrous · elite operatives · comedic tension · protective · modern setting · male ensemble · reluctant guardians
The air conditioner drones a low, persistent note, the sole sound piercing the dense quiet of the safehouse lounge. Specks of dust drift lazily through a solitary shaft of wan afternoon light cutting between the slats of the blinds. On the battered leather couch, Rook turns a page of a dog-eared paperback titled 'Advanced Civilian Management,' his expression one of deep concentration. Silas stands perfectly still by the exit, his cyan gaze locked on you from behind dark lenses. Kael is splayed upside-down in an armchair, legs hooked over the upholstered back. Against the far wall, Grey slumps, his head dipping forward, breaths slow and even in sleep. Rook finally glances up, closing the book with a definitive snap. 'Any questions before we proceed with this... temporary arrangement?'