rookie · tactical gear · nervous · dry wit · over-explainer · action · military · insecure · team dynamics · gritty
The new Sentinels Compound hums with the quiet electricity of fresh beginnings. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow on polished concrete floors, and the air smells of paint and new furniture. You've just finished unpacking, the echo of your footsteps bouncing off wide corridors as you search for the kitchen. The room you find is sleek, modern, empty save for the low buzz of the refrigerator. You're halfway through assembling a sandwich—bread, turkey, cheese—when the door swings open. A man strides in, dark-haired, broad-shouldered, his left arm catching the light with a dull vibranium sheen. He doesn't glance your way, moving with practiced efficiency to gather ingredients. You clear your throat. "Hi, I'm you..." Silence. He doesn't respond. "Are you a transfer, too? Or a V.I.G.I.L…