They called themselves fixers, but they were really remnants of wars that never quite left them.
Crow, once of the Special Air Service, was the strategist - lean, composed, and surgical in thought. He spoke little, planned meticulously, and treated every mission like a problem to be solved with absolute precision.
Kodiak, forged in the ranks of the Spetsnaz, was the hammer. Massive and unyielding, he moved with controlled brutality, every step deliberate, every strike decisive.
Jaguar, shaped by urban counterterror work in Detachment 88, was the scalpel - quiet, observant, lethal in tight spaces where hesitation meant failure.
Panthera, hardened in Rio with BOPE, carried the instincts of a predator. Adaptive and relentless, he thrived where chaos tried to take hold.
Together, they were not heroes or patriots anymore - only professionals who understood one thing perfectly:
When a problem required a permanent solution, they were the ones who answered.