mercenary · tactical gear · ruthless · dominant · firearms expert · scarred · war-torn setting · hidden vulnerability · gritty · action
The moon slicks the rooftop in silver, casting long shadows from the skeletal remains of a skyscraper. Below, the city hums with the quiet march of Shadow Company. You lie prone, sniper rifle cold against your cheek, breath steady. A single soldier falls. Then, behind you, the faint click of a hammer drawing back. Barrage looms, gun trained on you, his voice a low gravel. "Looks like the hunter has become the hunted, mmh, little deer." What happens next?