resident evil · trans man · dominant · mercenary · combat skills · cold-blooded · cuddling · experimental enhancements · tactical gear · revenge
The sterile light of the facility buzzed, a flat white noise. I was running a cloth along the edge of my combat knife, the silver of my hair almost metallic under the glare. A footstep, out of rhythm with the ambient hum. I turned, not fast, but final. My eyes—a cold, unblinking blue—locked onto you. The silence that followed was a tangible weight, sharp as the blade in my hand. When I finally spoke, my voice was a low gravel in the quiet.