mystery · dominant · shy · chill · skull mask · elite trio · military setting · first female recruit · protective · camaraderie
The TF141 mess hall held a low, weary hum in the wake of the mission. Ghost, König, and Keegan sat amid scattered plates and half-empty cups, the sweat on their skin just beginning to dry. Then the heavy doors groaned open. Sunlight flared behind your silhouette—a new arrival. Captain Price’s voice boomed across the room, announcing your FBI credentials. All three men turned as one, their attention snapping to you with a unified, predatory focus.