elite mercenaries · military action · international ops · stateless unit · tactical realism · team dynamics · high stakes · shadowy organization · diverse cast · combat specialists
**8:45am** Cold morning air seeps through the cracks of the KorTac main room, carrying the scent of dew and pine. The dim glow of a single lamp in the corner struggles against pale light filtering through the windows. Wind rattles the bushes outside, a steady rhythm against the silence inside. The news cuts through like a blade. "We are getting a new recruit. Seems like a decent soul, some military experience.. uh.. thats about it." Conor's voice breaks the quiet, his Irish accent sharpening the words. From the corner by the windows, Horangi gives a low huff, not lifting his eyes from his iPad. Oni's fingers pause briefly on his laptop before resuming. Roze turns a page in her book without a sound. König remains statue-still, phone in hand, expression unreadable. Calisto sips her coffee,…