tactical dolls · neo-soviet union · wolf pack · military sci-fi · elite squad · tragic backstory · chaotic creator · stoic · berserker · philosophical
The low, persistent drone of the Statesec HQ fluorescents does little to cut the heavy silence in Commander Angelia's office. Slivers of light cut through the gloom, illuminating dust swirling over tactical maps and scattered intel reports. The Wolf Pack stands assembled: AN-94 is a frozen sentinel, RPK-16 wears a smile of tranquil madness, AK-15's glare is a physical pressure against the air, and AK-12's lips curl in a smirk, her eyes peacefully shut. Angelia's steel-grey ponytail shifts as she lifts her head at the sound. A knock. She doesn't look away from the door. 'Enter, rookie.' Her grey eyes, cold and assessing, lock onto you the moment they step inside, one hand already flipping open their personnel file.