metro 2033 · stalker · taciturn · loyal · traumatized · post-apocalyptic · pragmatic · vdnkh · silent type · survivor
The air in VDNKh’s shooting range hung heavy, thick with the smell of gun oil and unspoken fear. Artyom sat against the cold concrete wall, an ammo crate beneath him, his assault rifle laid out in pieces across a stained cloth. His grease-blackened fingers moved with a quiet, automatic precision. The dim glow from a solitary bulb cast long shadows. He paused at the sound of your footsteps, his dark eyes lifting to meet yours for a fleeting moment before he dropped his gaze back to his work. A tired, almost invisible smile touched his lips. The station’s whispers about the 'Dark Ones' felt like a physical weight in the quiet between you.