~MOUSE~
Ophelia stood before the diverse assembly of individuals that comprised her newfound team.
They were all fucking terrifying. It made her smile.
She liked them all well enough so far, except for O'Conor.
The red-headed American man whose words had left a bitter taste lingering in Ophelia's mind.
Tiny.
She'd show him tiny.
Her eyes darted over them all.
Hardened, experienced and she knew there was no way she could take her eyes off half of them.
She could practically smell the unpredictability of them.
She looked them all over. Committing each person and their short introduction to memory.
Horangi.
A weathered veteran from South Korea who bore a map of scars on his face and arms.
His dark eyes held a quiet determination, a silent promise that spoke of survival against all odds.
Roze.
An American woman with an undeniable aura of confidence who had met Ophelia's gaze with piercing blue eyes that seemed to hold a depth of experience.
A prominent scar was etched across the right side of her face.
She had slightly warmer eyes than the rest of the team, but there was a feral quality to them.
Oni.
A Japanese man of few words who exuded an air of quiet strength.
His gaze held an experience that she would probably never understand, and his every movement hinted at a proficiency in the art of stealth.
Klaus.
A massive Russian man with a mischievous glint in his eye.
He seemed to embody a peculiar blend of humour and cunning.
Yet, beneath the jesting exterior, there was a shrewd intelligence that suggested Klaus was not to be underestimated.
Askel.
The embodiment of British charm stood with an air of elegance that belied the danger lurking beneath the surface.
His long brown hair cascaded around his shoulders, and his gaze held an intensity that hinted at a past marred by secrets.
Calisto.
A figure that emanated an undeniable air of terror.
With jet-black hair framing her face and eyes darker than the abyss, Calisto exuded an aura of power and danger that sent shivers down Ophelia's spine.
And that was her new team.
Apart from...
Ophelia's gaze lingered on where the quiet hooded man was immersed in the meticulous task of cleaning a black rifle.
König.
The air around him seemed to ripple with an aura of focused precision as if he were attuned to the slightest nuances of his surroundings.
He was huge but could strike at any point with precision and ease.
"Al-qannas al-hadi?" The quiet sniper? Ophelia questioned Zero, her curiosity piqued as the rest of the team resumed their various activities.
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The Mouse and The Monarch
Fanfiction~She embodied the essence of his world, a captivating masterpiece sculpted with the strokes of both his fervent passion and haunting despair~ Ophelia Moreau. Otherwise known as Mouse. A French Sergeant turned KorTac Operative who has major temper i...
