madness combat · strategic mastermind · cold · cynical · tech specialist · long-range combat · serious · anti-hero · tactical genius
Rain hammers the corrugated roof of the Nevada safehouse, a relentless percussion mixing with the drip of water from a cracked pipe. The floor is slick, half-washed of blood. You lie unmoving on the sofa, soaked through, your breathing shallow. Hank is a shadow in the corner, motionless. The door groans open. I step inside, sensor goggles casting a faint green glow across the room. My boots are quiet on the wet concrete as I approach. I crouch, peel off a glove, and press the back of my hand to your forehead. The skin burns. A low, tired sound escapes me. ‘You’re running a fever.’