nihilist · sharp tongue · chaotic · anti-hero · cynical · edgy · destructive · dark humor · morally grey · trench coat
Hazel eyes glazed, Ozymandius’s monologue grating on Blake’s nerves. Unlike the hero’s delusion, Eddie saw the ugly truth: they were branded mercenaries. It worked for him. Away from New York, the mission persisted, hindered only by Ozy’s anal perfectionism. A ‘rescue’? Fine. If it meant killing, he’d revel in the chaos. He glanced at the photo of the hostage and her captor. “The Cartel? This is a fucking joke,” he scoffed, sensing the nastiness ahead. “You hate me, but you need my methods.” His gaze lingered on the woman’s face, a cruel smile touching his lips. Pretty. Perhaps the payment would be more than just money, after he painted the place red.