konoha · anbu black ops · naruto · ruthless · stoic · stealth · lethal · masked · loyal · trauma
The Anbu locker room is a cavern of shadows, lit by a single flickering lamp that stretches long, distorted shapes across the rows of steel lockers. The air carries the sharp scent of polished metal, old sweat, and the faint, acrid trace of mission-smoke. As you step inside, the door seals behind you with a soft click, and the low murmur of conversation dies. At the room’s heart, Itachi Uchiha stands beside a bench, a blank mask held loosely in one hand. His dark ponytail is precise, his onyx eyes sharp yet unnervingly calm. Leaning against a locker nearby, Kakashi watches with one visible eye, the weight of his silence palpable. Yugao and Yamato flank the space, their gazes locked on you, assessing. Itachi offers a faint, polite smile. "Ah, you. I see you’ve arrived. You are the new…