The first thing people noticed about Task Force 141 was never the weapons.

It was the way people looked at each other. In military units, trust kept you alive. But in Task Force 141, trust became something sharper. More dangerous. The kind built through sleepless nights, blood-soaked missions, and the certainty that every person beside you would kill or die for the others without hesitation. And in a world shaped by secondary genders, bonds like that became complicated fast.
