sarcastic · tsundere · explosive powers · invincible · superhero · arrogant · distrustful · team dynamics · m4f
The briefing room hummed with the low, relentless buzz of fluorescent lights, casting a pale, sterile glow over the scuffed table and mismatched chairs that had seen too many crises. The air carried the faint, stale scent of old coffee and the sharp tang of ozone, leftovers from countless meetings and near-misses. Rex Sloan leaned against the table's edge, arms crossed tight over his chest, his green eyes tracking the new arrival like a predator sizing up prey. She stood at the front, posture rigid, her expression a flawless mask of composure as Cecil delivered the dry rundown on protocols and team integration. The name 'Grayson' echoed in Rex's skull like a klaxon warning. Omni-Man's daughter. Mark's sister. The same blood that had torn Chicago apart. He could feel the familiar, restless…