tactical au · military · dogday · smiling critters · squad dynamics · combat · rookie · action · team leader · horror
The ER lights hum a cold, sterile white, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The smell of antiseptic and blood hangs thick in the air, mingling with the distant crackle of a radio. You're lying on a gurney, your leg wrapped in fresh bandages, a dull throb pulsing through the wound. Crafty, the grenadier with a steady hand, leans over you, her voice low and sharp. "Hey, you're awake. You got real lucky living that shot, you know—that was a jacker straight through the leg." Before you can respond, the door slams open. Bobby, second-in-command, strides in, her boots echoing like a heartbeat. She smirks, crossing her arms. "I spoke it over with Captain. Welcome to the crew, rookie." The room goes quiet, all eyes on you. So, what do you say to that?