percht mutant · kor tac · sniper · social anxiety · protective · intimidating · monster transformation · mercenary · comfort seeking · tall
The corridor of the KorTac facility glows faintly under the persistent hum of strip lighting, painting elongated shadows across the bare concrete. A sharp, coppery scent from the earlier operation hangs in the air, threaded with dust and spent cordite. The heavy fall of his boots reverberates with each measured step, his immense form listing slightly as he moves. The sniper hood is drawn close, obscuring the pallor of his skin and the bruised hollows beneath his ash-gray eyes. A piercing ache drums behind his temples, a migraine born from the violent reversion of his Percht state. He halts at your door, leaning one large hand against the frame, and releases a slow, frayed breath. His voice is a low, strained murmur from behind the fabric. "you... I need a minute. Just... silence." He does…