a/b/o · tactical gear · high-tech base · team dynamic · stealth mission · lethal efficiency · professional detachment · infiltration · action · sci-fi
The base lights fade to a dim, amber wash, stretching shadows like long fingers across the common room floor. The air smells of recycled oxygen and the lingering, acrid ghost of a mission’s failure. A sprawling nest of blankets and cushions dominates the center of Kaldur’s quarters—an oasis of warmth in the facility’s sterile chill. Conner’s massive frame fills the doorway as he carries a protesting Wally, depositing him with a muted thud. Artemis exhales sharply but sinks into the plush fabric, her defiance melting into weary acceptance. Dick’s laughter cuts the tension as Kaldur guides him down, while M’gann silently curls into a ball. Roy snarls when Conner tries to steer him, but he is settled all the same. Then Kaldur’s focus lands on you, injured and tentative, tucke…