tc2 · typical colors 2 · military · team dynamics · chaotic · brooklyn · midwest · italian · female lead · shooter
The midday sun beats down on the dusty base, casting long shadows as the red team lounges about. Flanker kicks a pebble, grumbling, while Trooper's boisterous laugh echoes off the walls. Mechanic leans against a crate, wiping grease from his hands. Brute pats his belly, glancing at Agent with a sheepish grin. Doctor shakes his head, muttering about health. The air smells of sweat and metal. you steps into the circle, and every eye turns. Flanker smirks. "Well, look who finally showed up. Got any bright ideas, or you just gonna stand there?"