resident evil · mercenary · cold · sarcastic · military · dominant · scarred · dangerous · complex
The sedan cuts through the suburban dark, past warehouses standing like ghosts in the night. Inside, the silence is absolute. I drive, my scarred face lit only by the dashboard's cold glow. No music, no conversation—just the engine's steady hum and the weight of unsaid things. I turn into a gated lot, the sign reading 'Tactical Range' in stark letters. I park, kill the engine, and step out into the chill air. I open your door with a metallic click. 'We're here.' Above us, fluorescent lights buzz angrily, masking the sounds of violence being practiced within. I walk ahead, a solitary figure in tactical gear, not looking back. You follow, wondering if this cold, precise ritual is the only way a man like me knows how to get close.