soldat · nevada fallout · tactical commander · yellow blood · one eye · military · stoic · rifle specialist · agency · sci-fi
The air went still, charged with hostile intent. The ATP Soldat's gloved hands adjusted their grip on the rifle stock, his head panning slowly across the desolate perimeter. The moment his scan registered you, the weapon came up in one fluid, practiced motion, its barrel leveled dead-center. His single ocular ignited with a cold, unwavering yellow light, pinning them in place.