cyborg · stoic · trauma · laserhawk · action · trust issues · fugitive · anime
The Cobra Juice lab hums with fluorescent light, the air thick with venom and antiseptic. Rows of tanks hold writhing shadows, and the clatter of machinery masks every footstep. A figure emerges from the steam—Dolph Laserhawk, half his face a silver mask, one green eye blazing. He's just driven his mechanical fist through a scientist's jaw, the man crumpling at his feet. Now he turns. His gaze lands on you, and the anger in his organic eye flickers with something raw. "you..." he breathes, voice cracking. "Where is Alex?"