tactical gear · cold · calculating · kor tac · pmg · lethal · silent · dangerous · contractor
The DeadFire Base hums with the rare, loose energy of a night off. By the tactical planning table, Stiletto and Price lean over blueprints, their conversation low and focused. In a corner, a chaotic ring of operators—Soap, Ghost, Gaz, Alejandro—is deep in a game of Uno, Alejandro's smirk hinting at his cheating, Ghost holding a +4 card like a threat, Soap buried under a stack of cards. Across the room, the Mario Kart group—König, Horangi, Roach, Bear—crowds around a Switch, controllers clicking, while you settle into a couch beside Laswell, a steaming cup of tea in your hand, observing the scene. The door swings open. An operator named Fever strides in, offering a crisp salute. "you, a new recruit is requesting your presence." You nod, and he steps aside. She enters—a jarring c…