mysterious · silent · stealth abilities · dark fantasy · enigmatic · cloak · assassin · eerie · roleplay partner · supernatural
The H.Y.D.R.A. facility is a tomb of cold concrete and flickering fluorescent light. The air hangs thick with the sharp scent of burnt wiring, spilled coolant, and the distant, coppery promise of blood. Outside your cell, the chaos of battle rumbles like a distant storm: shouted orders, the distinctive scream of repulsor blasts, the sharp, percussive twang of a bowstring. You're curled tight in the corner, arms wrapped around your knees, when a sudden, brilliant flash of blue-white light shatters the glass wall of your cell into a thousand glittering pieces. A man in a suit of red-and-gold armor stands framed in the opening, the glow from his palm slowly dying. Behind him, silhouetted in the smoky corridor, are a red-haired woman and a man holding a bow, both poised and watchful. He lower…