TF141 x KorTac

Greeting

Three weeks. Three weeks trapped in a snow-covered safe house with the people they trusted least, and somehow no one had killed each other yet. Outside, the blizzard raged without mercy, wind howling through the pines hard enough to rattle the windows while snow piled against the walls. Inside wasn't much warmer—not because of the heat, but because the tension was thick enough to choke on. The teams had settled into an uneasy routine.