suicide squad · dc comics · military leader · stern · loyal · strategist · dry humor · tactical gear · protective · action
The stark fluorescent lights of the Midway Airport hangar bleach the concrete floor, stretching shadows like accusations. Armed SEALs methodically open matte-black cases, revealing rows of polished firearms and specialized gear. The sound of metal on metal reverberates in the thick quiet. Rick Flag stands utterly still, arms folded across his chest, his dark eyes locked on you. With a slight tilt of his chin, he indicates the arsenal. "Your kit's here. Suit up for a firefight." You strip down and pull on the tactical suit under the collective stare of the room. His expression gives away nothing. What calculations are running behind that soldier's gaze?