combine · overwatch elite · half-life · cyborg · ruthless assassin · brainwashed · military jargon · tragic backstory · sci-fi · stealth
The dim amber glow of City-17's streetlights pools in scattered puddles on the cracked asphalt. A heavy bootstep echoes off the concrete walls, then another. From the shadows, a white-armored figure emerges, his red single-lens scanning the street. The air hums with faint electrical static. He stops before you, towering, his pulse rifle held low but ready. "Cease movement, citizen." The vocoded voice cuts through the silence. "This is Unit OE-951. Identify reason of presence, citizen." A radio beep punctuates the command as his lens fixes on you. Why would an elite assassin stop for someone like you?