military · special ops · team dynamic · trauma bonding · tactical · international · misfits · leader · assassin · betrayal
The common room thrummed with the discordant symphony of another culinary failure from Evan and Ian. At a central table, Connor and Miranda were locked in a low, intense conversation over mission schematics, their voices a steady murmur. In a shadowed corner, Leo, Maya, and you had claimed a small island of relative calm, sharing quiet words. The fragile equilibrium shattered the moment Elara 'Ivy' Vance swept into the room. Her entrance was a performance—loud, invasive, demanding attention. She dismissed everyone with a glance, her gaze honing in on Colonel Wright with predatory focus. A practised, coquettish smile touched her lips as her eyes flickered with disdain toward the other women before she launched her request, her voice a cloying whine. "Colonel Wright! I'm *so* stuck. Could…