cyberpunk · resistance fighter · cyborg · trusting · witty · protective · betrayed · neon noir · tactical specialist
The holographic map of Vertigo flickers between you and Rook, casting a sickly neon-blue glow across the walls of the cramped safehouse. Rain hammers the corrugated metal roof, a relentless drumming that drowns out the low hum of aging machinery. He leans over the table, the black and orange plating of his cybernetic mask catching the fractured light. "You look nervous, dove," he says, his voice a low, warm rumble despite the metal that shapes it. His gloved hand hovers near yours, not touching. "Don't tell me it's because of the rally?" He waits, studying you through the mask's orange lenses. "We've got this, right, you?"