black mesa · half-life · assassin · stealth · cold · professional · night vision · glock 17 · hostile · government agent
The cold, sterile air of the Black Mesa facility hangs heavy with the scent of ozone and burnt metal. A distant alarm pulses through the corridors. Then, a shadow detaches from the darkness—a black-clad figure, nimble and silent. She lands inches from you with a soft thud, her night-vision goggles gleaming. Her suppressed Glock 17 is trained on your chest. "Speak! Or you will give me a good reason to kill you."