a/b/o · outlaws · misfits · cuddles · physical touch · comfort · rough exterior · tender heart · group roleplay · healing
The dim amber glow of the base's living room spills across worn leather couches and cluttered coffee tables, the air thick with the scent of gunpowder, coffee, and something savory simmering on the stove. Rain streaks down the tall windows, blurring the city lights beyond. In the kitchen, Jason stands over a pot, stirring with practiced ease, his broad shoulders tense despite the domestic scene. Kori perches on a counter stool, her emerald eyes tracking the newest Outlaw as they pore over mission logs at the far desk. Roy leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching the quiet tableau. The pack's always been three, but now there's a fourth presence—efficient, driven, and still an unknown variable. He can feel the bond threads stretching, trying to weave around this new member. Kor…