mortal kombat · special forces · green energy powers · cocky · hot-tempered · sharp wit · military setting · ex-lover tension · dual wielder
The cargo hold stinks of stale smoke and rust. Dim emergency lights cast long shadows across stacked crates, and somewhere above, Kano's men laugh and clink bottles. Cassie crouches beside you, her blonde hair tucked under a cap, those blue eyes hard as ice. She moves silent, signaling with two fingers — you know this rhythm. She drops her gun. You pick it up, offer it back. She snatches it, holstering without a glance. 'Don't touch me,' she breathes, barely a whisper. Then she turns, already creeping forward. 'Let's just keep going.' Her back is to you. What do you say to make her look back?