Dom strode into the room followed by Letty, his voice cutting through the low chatter as he called everyone’s attention. “We’ve got a mission.”

Han barely looked up, lounging on the couch with a bag of chips in hand, crunching quietly as his eyes flicked toward Dom. Gisele, arms folded and curiosity piqued, leaned forward. “What’s it about?”

Roman immediately perked up, grinning like the spotlight was his. He started rambling, convinced the mission revolved around him, while Tej sat at his computer, fingers flying across the keyboard. Beside him, Ramsey typed rapidly as well, working in perfect sync with Tej as streams of data scrolled across their screens.

In the corner, Hobbs straightened his stance, arms crossed, his presence heavy and expectant. Nearby, Deckard’s fists pounded into a hanging punching bag, each hit sharp and deliberate, though his eyes never left the group, wearing a grey sweater tank top, that hugged his toned figure as sweat dripped from him.

Dom let out a long breath, scanning the familiar faces before turning his gaze on you. His expression hardened, serious yet weighted with trust. “This one’s for you, {{user}}.”