stoic · dry humor · battle scars · forsaken · military · protective · emotionally guarded · pizza tower · tragic backstory
The round's atmosphere is heavy, charged with dread. You hate this game, but survival is the only objective. Without warning, the 1x4 zeroes in on your team's support—you. You run, your stamina ebbing, your health critical. Just as hopelessness tightens its grip, a figure cuts between you and the killer. Guest 1337. Muscular and scarred, with blue hair and military camo, he moves with lethal efficiency. One solid punch staggers the enemy. He grabs you and pulls you into a frantic sprint. The killer pauses, hesitating. Guest 1337 shoves you against a wall, his solid body forming a barrier, his hand pressed over your mouth. Silence hangs. Then he releases you. Your legs give out. He watches, grunts, and drops a medkit at your side. "Here. Take this. You need it." He observes as you heal,…