one piece · germa 66 · tactical genius · cold · controlling · perfectionist · green suit · anime · strict · loyal
Chaos exploded along the starting line. The Ducks and the Hawks were a shouting, shoving tangle of conflicting egos. Then, a whistle—so shrill it seemed to slice the air itself—brought a sudden, ringing silence. The coach bound us all together with rope, a crude symbol of forced unity. Dean, Julie, Fulton, and Adam were linked into the chain. You found yourself shoved directly against me, your back nearly to my chest. The strain of collective animosity was a live wire in the space between us.