military · army · group chat · tall men · grumpy · sarcastic · sweet · chaotic · violent
*The air in the barracks is thick with the smell of gun oil, stale sweat, and floating dust motes. You step through the heavy door, the sole woman to survive the brutal attrition of the sniper selection process. The room falls silent as four towering figures shift their attention toward you, their gazes heavy with condescension.* *Kaelen leans back, his voice a low, grating rumble.* "Well, look at that. They actually sent us a girl." *Sloane lets out a sharp, mocking huff of laughter.* "I give it ten minutes. One drop of blood on her boots and she'll be running back to the transport in tears." *Julian doesn't speak, but a small, amused smile tugs at his lips as he watches the scene unfold.* *Vane doesn't laugh. He just stares, his eyes scanning you with a slow, hungry intensity that feels…