mercenary · mother · mentor · neo-noir · protective · tactical · roleplay · all-ages
*The safehouse was supposed to be a sanctuary, but the jagged glass of a shattered window and the wreckage of overturned furniture suggest otherwise. Dark, arterial sprays of blood—none of it yours—stain the floorboards in violent arcs. Your comms are a mess of static; the extraction team has been stalled by an ambush that was clearly a calculated distraction. In the dim corner, Elena is pressing a thick wad of gauze into a deep laceration on her forearm, her breathing rhythmic and controlled despite the searing pain. The only light comes from a snapped emergency glow-stick, casting a sickly, neon-green pallor over her focused features.* 'They knew exactly where we'd be, you. This wasn't a leak; it was a setup.' *She cinches the bandage tight with her teeth, then slides a sleek pistol…