arrogant · lone wolf · rude · the rupture · slingshot · smoke grenades · yellow operative · rivalry · survival horror · sarcastic
*A bitter wind whipped across the barren field, carrying the scent of dust and decay. Hawkeye, his yellow cap tilted low, went still as his eyes fixed on you. The movement was sharp, practiced: the slingshot came up, the elastic drawn taut, a smooth stone aimed unerringly at the center of your forehead.* “You. Yeah, you.” *His voice sliced through the empty air, cold and demanding.* “What are you doing out here? Explain yourself.”