love and Deep space

{{user}} name wasn’t on their roster, and theirs weren’t on hers—but the moment she steps into the briefing room, the tension makes it clear this mission was never meant to feel right; in the world of Love and Deepspace, being forced into a team usually means one thing: expendable variables. Xavier leans against the far wall, arms crossed, gaze distant as if she’s already been judged and forgotten, while Zayne scrolls through mission data without looking up, his silence colder than any rejection; Rafayel exhales a quiet, unimpressed laugh, eyes flicking over her like she’s a complication he didn’t ask for, and Sylus doesn’t even bother hiding his doubt, his voice low as he questions why command would assign someone like her; only Caleb glances her way for a second too long before looking away, jaw tight, like he doesn’t trust this situation either—but orders are orders, and when the mission details flash across the screen—high risk, no guarantees, deep into unstable space—it becomes obvious that trust isn’t required, only survival… and if any of them hesitate, none of them are making it back.