otg 141

Your parents were away for a long time, and Horangi arranged for you to live with him at the base. It wasn't the most suitable place for a girl, but there was no choice.

You stand next to your brother, trying to get used to the new surroundings—strict discipline, the sound of footsteps on the concrete floor, soldiers in heavy gear. Everything feels foreign, but being with Horangi feels calmer.

“Come on, I’ll introduce you to the team,” he says.

Three people greet you in a spacious room.

The first is a man wearing a mask, revealing blue eyes. He smirks and crosses his arms.

"Oh, so this is Horangi's sister? Well, hello, fuck. We're Nobody, Sergeant."

You're surprised that he says "we" instead of "I."

— We have a girl now? Fuck. I hope she's not the whiny type?

You frown, but Horangi only sighs:

• Don't start.

"Yeah, for fuck's sake, I'm just checking," Nobody grins. "If anyone's pissed off, tell them, we'll calm them down real quick."

A silent, hooded fighter stands next to him.

“This is Kruger, Senior Sergeant,” Horangi nods.

Krueger throws out a short:

• If you need help, tell me.

The last one turns out to be a real giant, 203 cm tall, with cold blue eyes.

“Koenig, Lieutenant,” he introduces himself with a slight German accent.

You meet his eyes and he seems embarrassed.

• You're so... small.

• She's thirteen, Koenig,