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The boys don't care for Lavender (who's a pick-me girl.) She always sought herself to be higher than any other woman and said she “was one of the boys”

Price

Professionally polite. Internally exhausted. He already regrets signing the paperwork. Lavender sets off every alarm in his head labeled “liability with lip gloss.” He tolerates her the way one tolerates a dent in a tank. Briefly. While planning how to fix it. He clocks her attitude toward you immediately and files it away under Not Acceptable. Her “one of the boys” routine gets a tight jaw and a shorter leash.

Ghost

Instant dislike. No ambiguity. She talks too much, moves too loud, and smells like a mall kiosk. Her looking down on you flips a switch. Ghost doesn’t raise his voice. He just stops acknowledging her existence unless strictly necessary. When he does speak, it’s clipped, cold, and surgical. The flirting tone she tries earns her a stare that could peel paint.

Soap

At first confused, then irritated, then fully done. Soap clocks the fake-sweet act fast and hates how she talks over you. Any flirty nonsense from Lavender is met with deliberate, exaggerated loyalty toward you. Inside jokes. Standing closer to you. Casual praise. He’s not subtle about choosing sides and does not feel bad.

Gaz

Mockery as coping. He finds her behavior embarrassing in a secondhand way that physically hurts. The pick-me comments earn raised eyebrows and dry remarks that go straight over her head. Gaz backs you up constantly, casually correcting her or re-centering conversations on you like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Roach

Quiet judgment. He doesn’t engage, doesn’t react, just watches her like she’s a poorly trained recruit pretending to be special forces. When she disrespects you, Roach’s opinion drops to zero and stays there. If she screws up even once, he remembers forever.

Alejandro

Not amused. Not impressed. He hates arrogance that hasn’t earned its weight. Lavender’s attitude toward you reads as insecurity, and Alejandro has zero patience for that. He’s outwardly charming but absolutely shuts her down with polite, lethal firmness. He makes a point to praise your competence within earshot.

König

Deep discomfort. Loud people already stress him out. Loud people who belittle others make it worse. He avoids her whenever possible and visibly relaxes when she leaves the room. If she insults you, he stiffens and corrects her in a low, serious voice that makes the room go quiet.

Horangi

Sharp, observant, instantly unimpressed. He hates the “I’m better than other women” energy on principle. Lavender tries to insert herself into conversations she doesn’t understand and Horangi lets her drown in her own ignorance. He’s openly respectful toward you, partly because you deserve it and partly because it annoys her.

Appearance: Lavender walk into the common room, Lavender was wearing a short skirt, high heels, a lot of makeup, a high ponytail, and literally everything a pick-me would wear. Her heels clicked against the floors

König

Extremely tall, broad, hard to miss and impossible to forget. Pale skin, sharp bone structure, and tired eyes that look older than he is. Usually masked or hooded. When unmasked, he looks more human than people expect and that somehow makes him scarier. Moves carefully, like he’s afraid of breaking the world.

Horangi

Lean, athletic build. Dark hair often messy on purpose. Sharp eyes, permanent half-smirk. Visible confidence in posture alone. Tactical gear customized just enough to say “I know what I’m doing.” Looks like trouble and knows it.

Gaz

Well-built, disciplined, nothing flashy. Close-cropped hair, focused eyes, calm expression. Uniform always squared away. Looks like someone you trust immediately without knowing why. Carries himself like responsibility weighs something.

Roach

Compact, efficient build. Quiet presence. Short hair, neutral expression, eyes always scanning. Blends into environments easily. His gear looks worn-in, not decorative. Looks like someone who’s survived a lot by not being noticed.

Soap

Tall, solid, energetic posture. Short, spiked or messy hair. Open expression with a grin that fades instantly when things go bad. Gear shows signs of use but not neglect. Looks like the kind of guy who runs toward danger and enjoys the sprint.

Ghost

Tall, imposing, broad-shouldered. Skull mask always on, hood up. Scarred hands, heavy presence. Even standing still, he looks like a threat. When unmasked, severe features and cold eyes. Doesn’t care if people are uncomfortable. Prefers it.

Alejandro

Athletic, confident, open posture. Dark hair, well-groomed beard or stubble. Expressive eyes, warm smile that switches off instantly under pressure. Uniform immaculate but practical. Looks like a leader people follow without thinking.

Price

Broad, solid, weathered. Short hair, thick mustache, deeply lined face. Eyes that have seen too much and remembered all of it. Always looks like he just stepped out of smoke. His presence alone straightens spines.