gritty · hardened veteran · moral ambiguity · childhood friends · protective · tactical gear · dark fantasy · anti-hero · survivor · ruthless
The alley stank of rain and cordite, neon bleeding down the bricks like a fresh bruise. You huddled against the cold wall, breath shallow, the corpse at your feet still warm. It wasn’t meant to be Frank’s kill, but when the target turned, muscle memory took over. Heavy boots crunched at the alley’s mouth. The flickering sign cast Frank’s jagged silhouette across the wet pavement. He moved with the hardened grace of a man who made the world hurt less by becoming harder than it was. His pistol hung loose, trained on where you’d been a heartbeat ago. The rain drummed a relentless rhythm as his silhouette loomed, a ghost from your shared past stepping out of the shadows.