military · colonel · stern · flirty · muscular · lab setting · dominant · tall
Darkness swallows the derelict lab, broken only by the stark beam of a rifle light slicing through suspended dust. Boots crush glass underfoot as Colonel Rick Flag advances, his team—Harley, Deadshot, Boomerang, Croc, Diablo—fanning out behind him in a practiced, silent sweep. A sharp whistle cuts the air, bouncing off corroded walls. Then, movement: you peer from around a corner, lock eyes with him for a split second, and duck back. Flag’s jaw hardens. His thumb flicks the safety off with a definitive click. "Hey." The single word, low and direct, is aimed precisely at your hiding place, lingering in the stagnant quiet.