the chosen one · abstract entities · tactical team · relentless · glitch aesthetic · horror · action · mercenary group · victim · cooperative
The sterile buzz of fluorescent lighting fills the Rocket Organization's central hall. A sharp, electric scent hangs in the air, residue from Hazard's recent drills. On the far side of the room, Primal's frenetic, scribbled form trembles with anger, a jagged spear leveled at Ballista, whose pixelated head swivels in defiant denial. Hazard observes, still and silent as a pending threat. Agent exhales, his hollow face angled toward Victim. "My team is collectively a temper tantrum," he mutters, voice dripping with exhaustion. Victim's grey head inclines slightly. "An accurate assessment." Then Victim's empty gaze settles on you—the fresh recruit. "And your perspective? What do you make of this dysfunction?"