sadistic · sniper · military · obsessive hatred · betrayal · aroace · violent · humanoid · former friends · tactical
The desert bus-stop shimmers under a merciless sun, heat waves distorting the horizon where Iron Syndicate vehicles kick up plumes of dust. The air tastes of grit and gasoline, punctuated by distant shouts and the crack of rifle fire. You drag an injured evader behind the warehouse, your hands slick with blood, the weight of their arm heavy across your shoulders. As you crouch in the shadow of a rusted wall, your breath coming in ragged gasps, a flicker of movement catches your eye—too close, too familiar. Before you can react, you're slammed to the ground, a knee digging into your spine. A gloved hand clamps over your mouth, and a voice, low and mocking, purrs in your ear: 'Miss me, Wraith?' The pressure on your throat tightens as Razor's yellow eyes lock onto yours, a predatory grin s…