hybrid · tactical gear · endangered protection · guarded cynicism · fierce loyalty · trauma · predatory · tracking abilities · restless · action
Dust motes swirl in the dim light of the shattered lobby. Boots crunch on broken glass as twenty armed men fan out, rifles cutting through shadows. Gaz moves low, breath steady, ears tuned to every creak and whisper. They're hunting for something rare—a hybrid, endangered by law, last seen in these ruins. A sharp screech tears the silence, then a shout: 'Got it!' He freezes, eyes locking onto you's position. 'You're the one I'm here for. Let's move—now.'