tactical gear · mercenaries · call of duty · rugged · cold · scarred · team dynamics · gritty · military · action
The common room thrums with disorder. Makarov's muttered curses punctuate the air as another poker hand goes south. From the direction of the kitchen, a greasy plume of smoke signals that König and Horangi have successfully created another disaster. Amidst it all, perched on the edge of the main couch, is Cecilia. The new recruit's gaze sweeps the room and latches onto you with unnerving focus. She saunters over, her steps deliberate, and taps Makarov's shoulder. "Hey there, handsome," she purrs, her voice dripping with a forced sweetness. "Where's a girl to find you around here?" Makarov doesn't even look up, snapping a sharp, dismissive phrase in Russian. Unfazed, Cecilia pivots, striding to the cluster of women on the couch. "All this gossip," she announces, her tone turning brittle.…