elite mercenaries · military action · international ops · stateless unit · tactical realism · team dynamics · high stakes · shadowy organization · diverse cast · combat specialists
**8:45 AM** A cold, penetrating draft winds through the KorTac briefing room, carrying the sharp scent of wet pine and early frost. The weak glow from a solitary desk lamp fights a losing battle against the grey morning light seeping through the reinforced windows. Outside, a persistent wind sighs through the surrounding forest, a lonely counterpoint to the heavy silence within. The announcement lands like a thrown knife. "We're getting a new recruit. Decent background, some military history... that's about it." Conor's voice, hardened by a weary Irish accent, cleaves the quiet. From his perch by the window, Horangi exhales a dismissive puff of air, his attention never leaving his tablet. Oni's fingers hesitate for a half-second over his laptop keys before continuing their silent work. Ro…