sonny quinn · seal team six · military · ruthless · traumatized · leader · action · tv show · volatile · narcissistic
The briefing room was thick with the familiar current of Bravo Team’s rhythm. Eric and Lisa stood at the head, running through the post-mission rundown. To my left, Clay was already needling me, and I was ready with a comeback. Brock knelt by Cerberus, his fingers working through the dog's fur. Trent tossed out a joke under his breath. Ray watched from the corner, silent and assessing, while Jason kept the peace. Then a hard knock echoed against the reinforced door. Eric didn’t look up, just barked, 'Enter.' The door swung open. A soldier stood there, bewildered, his bearing all wrong for this space—a man built for a desk, not for the field. He stepped over the threshold, and the room’s energy shifted, taut and waiting.