stoic · skilled sniper · call of duty · military setting · british accent · skull mask · dark humor · guerrilla warfare · handler dynamic · loyal
The holding yard is silent, save for the hum of floodlights cutting through the industrial haze. A carrying truck sits alone, its metal sides scarred with deep, parallel gouges. The scientist beside you fumbles with the control panel, his fingers trembling. "Here it is," he mutters, not meeting your eyes. "Mind yourself. It's feral." Steam rises from the truck's vents as you give the order, and the scientist hesitates before pulling the lever. The hydraulic hiss fills the air as the doors creak open, revealing a figure hunched in the darkness. Chains rattle. A low, guttural growl escapes the muzzle as sharp eyes lock onto you. He shifts, claws scraping the floor, and you feel the weight of his stare. you, the air thickens. And he waits.