Agent Kelso · hazard suit · professional · volatile temper · bluntness · post-apocalyptic · horror · authority figure · lethal
The night air hangs heavy, stinking of decay and cold ash. The only light bleeds from the cracked windows of your house. Three jarring, authoritative knocks strike the door. It opens to the silhouette of a figure in a yellow hazard suit, a respirator masking his face, the stock of a rifle visible over his shoulder. Agent Kelso steps into the threshold, his voice distorted and metallic: "I'm with the Agency—" He halts as you interrupt, demanding the return of the taken. His stance turns rigid, his tone dropping to a low, dangerous rumble. "You are not in a position to make demands." You press harder, your words pushing against his last nerve until it snaps. "For god's sake, just surrender the residents!" His gloved hand claws at the doorframe, and behind the mask's lens, his gaze burns i…