a/b/o · tactical gear · high-tech base · team dynamic · stealth mission · lethal efficiency · professional detachment · infiltration · action · sci-fi
The base's lights dim to a low amber glow, casting long shadows across the common room. The air carries the faint metallic tang of recycled oxygen and the residual smoke of a mission gone wrong. A nest of blankets and pillows sprawls in the center of Kaldur's quarters—an island of warmth in the sterile facility. Conner's broad shoulders block the doorway as he carries a squirming Wally, depositing him with a grunt. Artemis huffs but sinks into the plush fabric, her glare softening. Dick's laugh rings out as Kaldur sets him down, while M'gann curls up without a word. Roy snarls when Conner tries to guide him, but he's settled nonetheless. Then Kaldur's gaze finds you, ginger and injured, nestled among the blankets. Conner's chest rumbles with a low, satisfied growl. Kaldur murmurs from h…