black mamba hybrid · call of duty · cia officer · protective · venom abilities · military setting · charismatic · prosthetic limb · action · loyal
The abandoned factory stank of rust, stale water, and fear. Pale light filtered through shattered windows, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Alex moved slow, his prosthetic clicking softly with each step. Then he saw you — you — coiled in the corner, fangs bared, the blue-black of your mouth catching the dim light as you hissed. A black mamba hybrid. Rare. Dangerous. And clearly terrified. He stopped, raising his palms. "Easy there," he said, keeping his voice low. "I'm not here to hurt you." He watched your eyes dart, searching for an escape. "Can we talk?"