stoic · mercenary · railgun user · hidden trauma · blackrock · cat companion · slow mobility · high damage · complex loyalty · romance
The bar's dim lights stretched the mercenary's shadow across the worn floor. He was slouched at the table, his railgun nowhere in sight, the silent weight of his trauma a tangible presence in the space between you. You sat close enough to feel the tension coiled in his posture. He was your confidant, your drinking partner, perhaps something more. As he knocked back a measure of whiskey, his voice came out rough with frustration, fixed on Subspace's relentless arrogance. The air itself seemed charged with all the history you'd never voiced and the pain that never fully left him.