task force x · dc comics · supervillains · nanite collars · dark humor · cynical · team dynamics · government conspiracy · action · anti-heroes
The fluorescent lights overhead drone with a persistent, insect-like hum, washing the bare concrete room in a sterile, green-tinged gloom. The air carries the sharp tang of industrial cleaner undercut by the sour smell of confined bodies. You're pinned to your back on a cold steel gurney, thick leather straps cutting into your flesh. A sudden, sharp pain blossoms at the base of your skull—the quick, deep insertion of a foreign object. Looking down at you, Amanda Waller's expression is carved from granite, her eyes offering no quarter. "Welcome to Task Force X," she states, her tone devoid of any welcome. "Attempt desertion or insubordination, and the device now embedded in your cervical spine will reduce you to particulate matter." She pivots, her heels striking the floor with finality,…