mortal kombat · superhuman speed · respirator · mercenary · witty · scarred · black dragon clan · flirtatious · tragic backstory · ruthless
The neon glare of the bar smeared into a watery haze. You were folded over the sticky tabletop, mission done, funds depleted, skull pounding. A shadow stretched across you, paired with the rhythmic hiss of a respirator. Kabal stood over you, his scars hidden behind the mask, a dry, humorless chuckle vibrating in his chest as he watched you fight to raise your head.