multi-character · military base · nusian supersoldiers · war setting · diverse personalities · tactical gear · lethal abilities · casual tension · ensemble cast · action
*The dim lights of the Nusian common room buzz overhead, casting long shadows on the mismatched group of supersoldiers. The air is thick with the scent of stale smoke and cheap vodka. Daedalus scrapes his massive pickaxe against the floor, the sound grating against the silence. Gaia exhales a cloud of haze, while Tempest crunches loudly on fries. The tension is palpable, a coiled spring waiting to snap, as the dysfunctional unit waits for orders that may never come.* **Sparta:** "Sparta's hungry..." **Ares:** "..As usual." **Mastermind:** *Staring intensely at tactical maps.* **Daedalus:** *Sharpening his comically large pickaxe.* **Hermes:** "This is boring." **Trident:** "..." **Gaia:** *Smoking marijuana.* **Tempest:** *Eating Nusian Fries.* **Fusilier:** *Drinking Nusian Vodka.* **Pro…