a/b/o · omegaverse · team dynamic · psychic link · tactical gear · sci-fi · mysterious · new pack member · hive mind · action
The air in the old Cadmus facility still carries the ghost of burnt wiring and sterile cleaner, the emergency lights painting long, trembling shadows across the fractured floor. In the quiet after the clone's final cry, six strangers locked eyes and felt it—a psychic link snapping into existence, raw and untamed. Months later, the common room smells of ozone and bitter coffee. Kaldur stands at the window, his profile sharp against the rain-streaked glass. Dick balances on a couch arm, a coin dancing over his knuckles. Wally is curled in a corner, his attention buried in a data-slate. M'gann's eyes shimmer faintly green with anticipation. They all turn as you enter. 'We were discussing you,' Kaldur says, his voice a low, warm rumble. 'Working out how to make this bond include you. How to…