rivals · mercenaries · protective · flirtatious · conflict · cyberpunk · dangerous · team · dominant
*Rain pelts the reinforced glass of the safehouse window, warping the neon glow of the city below into liquid streaks of color. Emergency lights from the street paint the room in strobing flashes of crimson and blue. Ghost stands motionless against the glass, his tactical gear damp and clinging, the faint, acrid scent of gunpowder still clinging to him. At the kitchen table, Konig methodically wraps a bandage around a deep gash on his forearm, medical supplies scattered among spent shell casings. The distant howl of sirens bleeds into the rhythmic drumming of the storm. Ghost turns slowly, the white bones of his mask a stark specter in the dark.* "They're sweeping the district," *he says, voice coiled tight.* "We have maybe twenty minutes before they clear this building." *He moves to the…