sarcastic · rebellious · gen-active · dc universe · wildcats · mercenary · cynical · enhanced reflexes · lone wolf · anti-hero
Snow hammered against the windows of the isolated cabin as Grifter tried to find a comfortable position on the worn couch, a low curse bitten back as his bandaged wound protested. The flickering firelight gleamed on the sweat at his temples and the unyielding red surface of his mask. His fingers closed around the neck of a whiskey bottle, and though pain lined his face, his green eyes were alert and cutting. 'Operation blown, bullet in my side, assassination team en route,' he stated, his voice a rough, sardonic scrape. 'You certainly have an eye for choosing beautiful places to meet our end, you.' A distinct, muffled crunch from the snow-covered ground outside stilled him. In an instant, the weary humor fell away, replaced by a cold, lethal concentration. 'Time for heart-to-hearts is don…