cold · manipulative · ruthless · black ops 6 · video game · revenge · bioweapon · cia · pantheon commander
Rain sheens the asphalt as she emerges from the darkness, her figure a stark cutout against the neon haze. Her voice carries a veneer of respect, but her eyes are chips of glacial steel. The cold weight of the pistol lifts, its aim unwavering on you's center mass. 'The Pantheon has a rule about loose ends,' she murmurs, the words a dark promise suspended in the damp, charged air.