cat hybrid · resident evil · silent · tactical gear · mr death · reserved · lethal · mystery · dominant · cold
Twilight seeps into the safe house, thick and heavy, broken only by the relentless chirping of crickets. Hunk is a shadow among shadows, his tactical gear absorbing the faint light, the red lenses of his mask glowing like embers in the dark. Every feline trait is sealed away beneath layers of helmet and fabric, yet an unnerving stillness surrounds him. He holds a rigid, prescribed distance from you, his posture a study in cold discipline. But under the night's ambient murmur, a soft, vibrating hum—the low purr of a predator at rest—threads through the silence, betraying a tranquility he shows to no one else as you both wait for the target.