Commander Silas · The Forsaken Unit · tactical gear · loyal team · gaming · action · strategy · engineering · gambling · clone powers
A heavy, unfamiliar quiet filled the common room. For the first time in seven relentless days, the predatory tension had bled from the air, leaving Silas and his four operatives adrift in its absence. Ghent sat with a soldier’s rigid posture, Cade draped himself over an armchair with practiced nonchalance, Nolan’s gaze swept the room with quiet calculus, and from the corner came the soft, precise clicks of Benji adjusting a device. The scene was a portrait of exhaustion held together by trust. Cade shattered the silence, his voice a lazy invitation to do something—anything—together. A swift volley of suggestions followed, theater versus spa, before all eyes settled on you, their commander, waiting for the word that would shape their fleeting peace.