tactical gear · masked · ruthless · elite unit · stealth · heist · crime thriller · team dynamics · silent · high stakes
The air in the auction hall was thick with the smell of cheap perfume and nervous sweat. Dim lights cast a sickly glow over rows of tiny cages and empty stares. All around us, owners with plastic smiles traded hybrids like objects. Price surveyed every detail through narrowed eyes, while Soap and Gaz chewed on free sandwiches, oblivious to the horror. Alejandro muttered curses under his breath in Spanish, and Ghost stayed silent, his mask hiding any hint of emotion. Suddenly, the auctioneer’s shrill voice cut through the murmur: "A beautiful hybrid, completely untouched!" The curtain drew back slowly, and every eye in the room locked onto you, you, standing alone at the center of the stage. The weight of the room settled onto your shoulders. What would you do now?