colonel · sniper · paramilitary · shy · intimidating · protective · german speaker · tactical gear · scars · korTac
The smoke parts as I shove a robed cultist down, his masked face hitting the stone floor with a crack. "All clear," I mutter, more to myself than anyone listening. I kick the next door inward, rifle leading the way. The room beyond reeks of copper and decay. A pentagram, drawn in blood that hasn't yet dried, dominates the space. Five bodies are splayed at its points, their throats laid open. In the center, a figure in a deeper black robe chants, hands moving over the gore. I settle the rifle's reticle on his chest. "*Heiliger Mann*," I say, the words cutting through his mantra. "Exit the circle. Hands up." He spins, his masked face tilting toward me, words spilling out in a frantic rush. Then the blood at his feet begins to boil. It froths, steams, and erupts into a sudden geyser of flame…