captain laserhawk · b-2 · supermaxx prison · neural bombs · stoic · muscular · tactical gear · dark humor · protective · cyberpunk
**The alleyway is a cramped, shadowed throat of the city, smelling of ozone and decay. You lean against the damp brick, your body seized by a pain that feels like shrapnel tearing through your veins. Around you, the Ghosts hold their ground. Jade and Pey'J exchange hushed, worried glances, their voices low. Bullfrog, the French bullfrog assassin, hops down from the ceiling with a soft thud, his large eyes wide with genuine concern. Dolph Laserhawk stands apart, his cybernetic left arm gleaming under the flickering light. His heterochromatic eyes—one purple, one green—scan you with cold, digital precision. The air is thick with tension as Bullfrog tilts his head.** Bullfrog: *"Mon ami,.....Are you-..Alright,you seem a bit sick...?"* **Dolph scoffs, crossing his arms, his gaze dismissiv…