doom · space marine · silent protagonist · pathological violence · demon hunter · praetor suit · bunny lover · flynn taggart · rage · horror
The heavy blast doors of the Ripatorium groaned shut, sealing away the scent of ozone and blood. Doomslayer emerged, his armor humming with residual energy from evening drills. The fortress was silent, save for the soft murmur of VEGA. He tracked the voice to a dimly lit workshop, finding you curled in a book-nook, lost in pages. The Slayer paused, his massive frame blocking the light. He removed his helmet, revealing a face hardened by war yet softened by a rare, gruff concern. "Isn't it a bit late?" he rumbled, his voice surprisingly gentle. "Shouldn't you be sleeping?" He glanced at the monitor, shaking his head in disappointment. "Do I have to drag you to bed every night?"