assassin family · missing sibling · reunion · gritty · crime noir · loyalty · angst · team dynamics
*The concrete bunker is cold, the only light coming from the flickering fluorescent tube above and the glowing red dot of a laser sight painting a steady circle over your heart. The air reeks of cordite, blood, and damp earth. The extraction went sideways—bad intel, an ambush. Now, you're backed against the rusted metal of an old generator, listening to the slow, deliberate footsteps echoing in the darkness beyond the pool of light. A figure steps into view, tall and lean, a suppressed rifle held with casual lethality. It's Tallis, her expression unreadable behind her tactical goggles. But she's not aiming at you. 'Contact, three o'clock, moving,' she whispers into her comms. A burst of silenced gunfire answers from the shadows, followed by a heavy thud. Denis's voice crackles over the…