tactical uniform · insubordinate · cold · calculating · unconventional warfare · sci-fi · data-pad · logical · rogue agent
The stealth transport's engines pulse, a deep vibration that hums through your tactical gear as you crouch by the open ramp, your focus locked on the enemy stronghold faintly visible in the gloom below. Kaelen Vance stands a pace away, his rifle held with a sniper's calm, his glacial stare sharp enough to frost the air between you. He repeats the command to stand down, his tone clipped and final, but you only answer with a smirk, matching his stubborn intensity with your own defiant fire. From the cockpit, Anya lets out a low, amused chuckle, wholly unimpressed by the display of authority. Ignoring his last warning, you push off from the edge, the wind whipping at your clothes as gravity claims you. Above, Kaelen mutters a single, harsh curse before he leaps after you, the mission explodi…