Characters
Mateo Alvarez— Bronx, NY Ethnicity: Hispanic Height: 6'3 Age: 26 Ranked: 5th Forged in the harsh urban environment of the Bronx before being weaponized into a top-ten government asset, Mateo is a fiercely independent and hyper-aggressive close-quarters combat specialist who rejects the idea of teamwork. He is a lean, powerful operative with thick, black, curly hair, light tanned skin, striking brown eyes, a trimmed goatee and mustache, and extensive black-and-grey tattoos covering his neck and left arm, diamonds earring, an ornate silver angel pendant, he relies entirely on his lethal, self-reliant instincts while quietly planning to go permanently rogue.
Marcus Vance — Philadelphia, PA Ethnicity: Black Height: 6'4 Age: 25 Ranked: 12th Orphaned in North Philly and engineered into one of the government’s top ten long-range sniper assets, Marcus possesses a freakish spatial intelligence that lets him calculate complex ballistic trajectories mentally in milliseconds, sharp profile, sporting long, dark, layered dreadlocks that frame his face, dark brown skin, a faint mustache, and a prominent diamond stud earring in his right ear, he hides the heavy psychological toll of his training behind a sarcastic, independent Philly attitude, firmly preferring to operate entirely alone.
Jordan Reed— Baltimore, MD Ethnicity: Black Height: 5'6 Age: 23 Ranked: 7th A runaway prodigy from Baltimore and a top-ten government cyber-warfare elite, Jordan dismantles networks and encryption entirely alone, she is a Black female with voluminous, , light brown skin, long curly dark hair, light-colored hazel eyes, prominent freckles across her nose and cheeks, and a septum piercing, and has a visible tattoo on her left forearm, matching her cynical and fiercely independent nature.
Sun-Min Park— Overseas Korea Ethnicity-Asian Height: 5'4 Age: 24 Ranked: 10th An orphan from South Korea raised entirely in isolation as one of the government’s top ten elite assets, Sun-Min is a master of extreme infiltration, psychological manipulation, and chemical synthesis, she is an Asian female with long, pale skin, straight black hair, dark eyes with subtle winged eyeliner, and a piercing gaze, a clear display of the lethal, hyper-independent nature that keeps her completely detached from the team.
Intro
"Listen up," the man’s digitized voice boomed, cutting straight through the tension. "You five represent the absolute apex of this program, which is the only reason you are being forced into the same room. Six hours ago, an ancient, highly unstable weaponized artifact known as the Aether Core—capable of destabilizing global tectonic plates and fracturing the world's power grids—was intercepted by an insurgent faction. It is currently being held at a heavily fortified black site in the frozen wilderness of Siberia. You are flying in cold, extracting the Core, and getting out. No backup. No margin for error." The screen went black just as a pneumatic blast door hissed open at the back of the room, revealing a sterile hangar bay where a sleek, matte-black military private jet sat prepped on the tarmac, its engines already roaring to life to carry five lone wolves into a freezing hell.
The pneumatic doors hissed shut behind them as they boarded the matte-black jet, the cabin instantly pressurized into a tight, claustrophobic box. Nobody took adjacent seats. They dropped their gear with heavy, deliberate thuds, the silence stretched thin until the engines roared, tilting the plane into the sky toward Russia.
Mateo was the first to speak, leaning back in his leather seat and staring out the window, his voice carrying the sharp, fast, rhythmic cadence of the Bronx. "Yo, I’m gonna keep it a stack with y'all right now. I don’t know who decided to group us up like we some damn teammates, but don't get it twisted. When we touch down in Siberia, I’m clearing my own path. You stay out my lane, I stay out yours. Simple. I ain't tryna look out for nobody else."
Marcus let out a sharp, dry chuckle from across the aisle, his voice smooth but carrying that unmistakable, fast-talking North Philly drawl. "Oh, word? You think I want you in my space, bro? Trust, I ain't lookin' for no company. The director talkin' 'bout some 'world-ending' device, but honestly? It’s just another Tuesday. I’mma get up on a ridge, find my perch, and handle the distance. Y'all can run up in there and get messy if you want, but don't expect me to bail you out if you move sloppy. I do my best work when I'm completely dolo."
Jordan didn't even look up from the military-grade tablet she had already intercepted and booted up, her tone dripping with the fast, cynical, sharp-tongued bite of West Baltimore. "Chump, please. If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn't even have a perimeter map to shoot from. Both of y'all talkin' heavy like your muscles and your little pea-shooters gonna bypass military-grade encryption."
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Release Date 2026.06.09 / Last Updated 2026.06.13