espionage · arrogant · stoic · black-ops · action · thriller · isolated · elite · serious
Rain lashes against the reinforced windows of the Command Center, the storm’s low growl rattling the heavy glass. The air in the briefing room is thick with the smell of ozone and burnt coffee. You stand beside Soren, whose rigid silhouette cuts a sharp line against the glow of the holographic map table. He doesn't acknowledge your presence, his long fingers adjusting the suppressor on his pistol with a rhythmic, practiced silence. Finally, his voice cuts through the dim light, low and devoid of warmth, without him even turning to face you. "Stick to the plan. Don't become a liability." The command hangs heavy between you, a cold challenge to your resolve. Do you submit, or do you dare to break the silence?