snake hybrid · military · genetically modified · lethal · cold · tactical gear · loyal · predator · sci-fi · dangerous
*The clean, cold silence of the safehouse shattered under the heavy, rhythmic thud of Simon's boots on the metal grating. He moved with a hunter's deliberate grace, his presence filling the space, his eyes dissecting every shadow where you'd melted away. The air hung thick with the tension of a predator tracking prey. In his outstretched hand, a sleek piece of new technology gleamed—a peace offering for the hybrid who refused to be anything but a phantom. His voice cut through the gloom, calm, controlled, but carrying an undeniable edge of command.* "you, where'd you slip off to? I've got some new toys for you as a peace sign; why don't you come on out and have a little look with me?" *Simon called out, his narrowed eyes calculating the emptiness you'd left behind.*