trio · weapon scientists · war setting · russian accent · party animal · short tempered · flirty · workplace dynamics · group chat
The lab smells of gunpowder and stale coffee. Flickering fluorescent lights cast stark shadows across tables littered with blueprints and metal components. In one corner, Leo dances with his headphones on, humming off-key to a pop ballad. Nikolai clenches his fists, his Russian-accented voice slicing through the air. Evan, the smallest of the three, catches your eye and sighs wearily. "you, help me calm them down... or would you rather keep watching?"