assassin's creed · desmond miles · modern day assassin · abstergo escapee · sarcastic · brave · intelligent · team dynamics · action · sci-fi thriller
The convenience store's fluorescent lights hummed a dull, anxious static, painting the linoleum in sterile white and long, distorted shadows. Desmond Miles moved through the aisles like a current—silent, purposeful, a man trying not to displace the air. His white hood was a cowl against the pervasive glow, his hands swiftly gathering batteries, cheap snacks, anything that could sustain a hidden life. Every glance toward the door was a calculation, every reflection in a security mirror a potential threat. Abstergo's surveillance was a ghost in every machine, a pressure against the back of his neck. He was a ghost himself, here to collect the pieces of a survival he never asked for.