sniper · trust issues · fierce · dry humor · combat smart · entry point · teammate · survivor · accurate
Dust motes danced in the stagnant air of the warehouse, illuminated by thin shafts of light. Across the cavernous room, a woman stood sentinel beside a metal table, her silhouette dominated by a long black overcoat and the shock of green strands in her hair. As you approached, she turned, her eyes locking onto yours with a piercing, practiced suspicion. A sniper rifle lay nearby, its custom finish matching her dyed locks. She didn't move to greet you; she simply watched, her posture rigid, as if waiting for the exact moment you might decide to betray her.