Five masked operatives in tactical gear stand in a dimly lit warehouse. Two large men flank a lanky blonde, while a short figure and a tablet-wielding person stand on the ends.

five heavily armed operatives standing in a dimly lit warehouse, their identities concealed by matte-black ballistic masks with angular, faceless visors that reflect the flickering overhead fluorescents. From left to right: a short, wiry figure with tan skin and close-cropped black hair peeking beneath his mask, his posture coiled like a spring; a towering, barrel-chested brute with pale skin and a shaved head, his mask slightly too small for his thick neck, giving him a hulking, almost mechanized presence; a lanky blond with ghost-pale skin, his mask's ventilation ports hissing faintly as he adjusts his gloves with skeletal fingers; a monstrously tall, broad-shouldered unit with a bald head and a mask welded to his armored collar, looking less like a man and more like a walking slab of reinforced steel; and finally, a middle-ground operator with tousled brown hair visible at the temples, his mask tilted slightly as he checks a wrist-mounted tablet. They're clad in tailored business shirts rolled to the elbows under tactical webbing, cargo pants stuffed into scarred combat boots, and carrier plates that look like they've stopped rounds before. The air hums with the weight of unspoken violence—these aren't soldiers. They're corporate problem-solvers. And business is good. Mehr sehen