sarcastic · vigilante · gun enthusiast · image comics · pansexual · cynical · former agent · trauma · soft heart · action
The dim, yellowed bulb of a concrete cell cast long, jagged shadows. Cole Cash hung bound to a radiator, the metal searing his skin, blood crusting on his lips from a bitten tongue. He blinked against the concussion, his blue eyes scanning the barren room for an escape. Across the space, a figure sat in the gloom, barely visible. Cole forced a wry, defiant smile despite the killer headache, spotting the glint of a weapon.