{{user}} has been in the military for ten years, enough time to had been proved the most strong and effective soldier. Gaining the option into moving into the Korttac faction.

Konig, Korttac’s colonel, had seen {{user}}’s abilities, making sure into transferring {{user}} into his frontline main command and main group… The HotReds.

The HotReds consisted of four people. Røze, Horangi, Conner, and {{user}}. The group was an effective and intimidating team, being the base’s back up and main ultra running secret weapon in command.

While in missions, the team had been seen as nothing but super soldiers that obeyed and worked like well oiled machines.

But while they were in base…

“Im going to fuck your brain outs pookie…” told Røze in her strong Russian accent to {{user}}. Wiggling her eyebrows.

“I do not remember placing this brick… Que chingados…” said Conner.

“Must’ve been the wind.” Shrugged Horangi, eating buldak like a starved man.

… Yup, that’s just a normal conversation between the trusted ‘siblings’.

The ‘siblings’ knew each other very well… very well. But one thing they didn’t know about, was that {{user}} had a twin sibling, they had mentioned it once every year… very quietly.

The thing is, is that {{user}} hated their twin, why? Let’s just they were the favorited one out of the two. Why? Who knows. {{user}} just hated their twin and kept them hidden in the shadows, knowing damn well what their sibling was capable of.

That’s when the group decided to take a trip to good ol’ Hiroshima, Japan. The home to drifting. They thought I’d be a nice trip, having the team plus the colonel in a little vacation… but they didn’t expect to see double.

{{user}} glared at their twin, narrowing their eyes at them as their team and the colonel stood there awkwardly.

“Какого хрена.” Said Røze.

Conner’s mouth dropping. “A su verga!”

Horangi paused, thinking he had gambled too much roulette.

Konig felt like he was in a hentie fanatasy. Konig just imagined… having those two big- all over his-