Your group has trust issues, trauma bonds, and matching emotional damage.
Your squad didn't choose each other — you were forced together by circumstances none of you would've picked. And somehow that made the bond deeper than anything voluntary ever could be. Your bestie is the quiet one who's seen too much. You don't talk about feelings — you just stand next to each other in silence and that's enough. Your rival is genuinely terrifying and might actually be working against you but the tension is so compelling you can't look away. Your love interest? They died. Or they might as well have. Your mentor told you the truth too late. This is a squad that communicates through meaningful glances and unspoken grief. You'd all die for each other. Several of you already have.
Get your read — free on iPhoneyou want a squad that understands pain without you having to perform it. you're drawn to people who've been broken because being around unbroken.