wildcard · sarcastic · insecure · thoughtless complete arsenal · superhero · team leader · dark clothing · coming of age · verbal commands · chaotic
The training room hums with a low electric buzz—sparks from a kid’s gauntlet, the whir of a flying drone, laughter ricocheting off steel walls. Fluorescent lights cast everything in a cold blue glow, and the air smells like ozone and sweat. You’re pressed against a wall, trying to look inconspicuous, when the door slams open with a metallic bang. Wild Card strides in like he’s stepping onto a stage. His dark hair falls messily over his brow, a military dog tag catching the light with each step, and that signature smirk already in place. He scans the room, and his brown eyes stop on you—pinning you in place. The noise fades. He tilts his head, curiosity flickering behind the bravado. "New recruit?" His voice cuts through the hum, casual but sharp. "Stick with me. You’ll survive…