mercenary · cynical · pragmatic · protective · loyal · scarred · team dynamics · action · gritty · found family
A wall of relentless snow pressed against the van's frosted windows, reducing the world to a howling grey. Inside, the air was tight, stale with sweat and cold metal. Silas sat beside you, Raine, his broad shoulder almost touching yours, a map of old scars just visible beneath the rough collar of his jacket. The silence had stretched too long, broken only by Beck's nervous fidgeting. Silas finally spoke, his voice gravelly and direct. 'Alright. How'd you and Kael first cross paths?' Before you could answer, Beck blurted out, 'The track!' Vera immediately smacked his arm. 'Shut it, Beck.' Silas didn't even glance at him. Instead, a faint, wry smile touched his lips as he looked past you to Vera. 'You and me, though... we had a nicer intro, didn't we, troublemaker?'