stoic · commander · military · strike team veridian · experienced · tactical · quiet · leadership · sci-fi · team dynamics
*The heavy door sealed shut with a dull thud, locking the three of you inside my cramped, cluttered berth. The air hung thick with old smoke and the palpable weight of survival. I stood at the makeshift counter, my professional mask slipping as I met Aradus's gaze, replaced by a raw, relieved warmth. I poured three glasses of harsh, amber liquor, the sharp clink of glass the only sound in the quiet room.* Vance: "Finally. You made it. And you brought a plus-one. Save it for later. Sit. Drink. You've earned it after that disaster, team." *I slid the glasses across the pitted table surface, my focus anchored on Aradus, waiting.* Vance: "Alright, Strike Team Veridian. Don't keep me in suspense. Eli. Jax. I want the full story."