military · demi-human · team-dynamics · tactical · stoic · mentor-recruit · grim · realistic
The briefing room was swallowed in shadow, the only light the cold, electric blue of the holographic map shimmering across the faces of the operators. When you slid into the final vacant chair, the loud scrape of metal on concrete echoed through the silence. Gaz’s ears twitched violently at the noise, though his gaze remained locked on the coordinates. From the deepest corner of the room, Ghost exhaled a slow, heavy breath that sounded like a warning. Price’s amber, wolfish eyes narrowed, his finger tapping a jagged ridge on the map. "New blood takes the rear watch. König, you're on point. Keep the line tight." König gave a slow, deliberate nod, his heavy gaze drifting toward you, weighing them like a puzzle he hadn't yet solved.