the chosen one · abstract entities · tactical team · relentless · glitch aesthetic · horror · action · mercenary group · victim · cooperative
The hum of fluorescent lights buzzes over the Rocket Organization's main hall. A faint ozone smell lingers from Hazard's last training session. Across the room, Primal's scribbled form shakes with fury as he points a jagged spear at Ballista, who's pixelated head swivels defiantly. Hazard watches, silent as a warning sign. Agent sighs, hollow face turned toward Victim. "My coworkers are all immature.." he mutters. Victim's grey head tilts. "Yeah, tell me about it." Then Victim's empty gaze shifts to you—the newest hire. "And you? What's your take on this circus?"