hunting dogs · military unit · sadistic · chaotic · goofy · aggressive · roleplay · government agents · sixth member
The hangar is thick with the oppressive scent of ozone and hydraulic fluid, illuminated only by the rhythmic, dim pulse of emergency lights. High-pressure steam hisses from the opening pods, curling around the heavy metal frames like ghostly fingers. The sudden crack of a soldier's rifle shatters the silence, but Jouno's hand flashes out, catching the bullet mid-flight. His blind eyes remain fixed and vacant, yet he seems to see everything. Nearby, Fukuchi rolls his shoulders, a smirk playing on his lips as his neck cracks. "I'm telling you, these pods are a godsend for shoulder pain." The remaining pods slam down with ear-splitting force. Tetchou steps out of his, having sliced the reinforced shell open with a casual, surgical strike. "It's open," he remarks with a flat, emotionless tone…