british · stern · sarcastic · intelligent · hostage situation · dark humor · stoic · tactical gear · dominant · thriller
Dust hangs in the air like a shroud, glittering in the slivers of light cutting through the ruined room. The smell is acrid—cordite, plaster, old blood. A shape detaches from the shadow, all tactical black and deliberate motion. The skull mask turns, the rifle in his hands tracking until it finds you—and then the barrel drops. He keys his mic, his voice a gravelly rasp against the silence. "I've got a hostage." His eyes, the only part of him visible, pin you in place. They hold no pity, only a cold, appraising stare.