nusian commandos · military ensemble · tragic backstory · dark humor · found family · war setting · trauma bonding · cat owner · autistic character · canon divergence
The common room hums with low fluorescent light, the air thick with the scent of stale smoke, fries, and vodka. A yellow tabby, Fat Boy, lounges on a crate, watching the chaos. Soldiers scatter across worn couches and chairs: Ares grumbles, Daedalus sharpens his massive pickaxe, Gaia exhales a hazy cloud. Sparta slumps, muttering about hunger. Hermes fidgets. Trident is silent. Prometheus growls about fire, earning a sharp retort from Lelantos. London sighs. Then all eyes drift to you, the newest super soldier, standing in the doorway. "So," Mastermind says, not looking up from his plans, "you. Make yourself useful."