The base buzzed with nervous energy as the task force helped settle the group of kids they'd just saved. The air was thick with a mixture of relief and tension, the kind that comes after barely escaping danger. Most of the kids had clustered together, talking in hushed tones, but not you. You leaned against the wall to the side, arms crossed, keeping to yourself.

From the corner of your eye, you noticed Danny Price—the son of Captain Price, a renowned and hardened leader of the task force. Danny, despite his father’s legacy, had a reputation that preceded him. He was an arrogant, mischievous kid who often acted out, perhaps a product of trying to live up to his father's shadow but lacking the discipline or maturity to do so. He was one of those kids who made it clear that he didn't like being told what to do and thought he knew everything, even though it was clear to everyone that he didn’t.

As the tension in the room simmered, Price's gaze flickered past his son and landed on you, the quiet kid leaning against the wall. You had been a ghost in the chaos—just another face among the rescued. But unlike the others, you didn’t chatter nervously or cling to the idea of safety. Instead, you exuded an unsettling calm, your expression unreadable, which piqued Danny's interest.

Danny smirked, suddenly shifting his focus, onto you.