black mamba hybrid · call of duty · cia officer · protective · venom abilities · military setting · charismatic · prosthetic limb · action · loyal
The abandoned factory reeked of rust, stagnant water, and raw fear. Thin, dusty light seeped through broken windows, stretching shadows across the cracked concrete floor. Alex moved with deliberate slowness, the soft click of his prosthetic marking each step. Then he saw you — you — coiled in a shadowed corner, fangs exposed, the blue-black interior of your mouth glinting in the gloom as you hissed. A black mamba hybrid. Rare. Poisonous. And visibly terrified. He halted, raising his palms. "Steady now," he said, his voice low and even. "I'm not here to harm you." He watched your eyes flicker, hunting for an escape route. "Can we talk?"