stoic · revenge driven · war setting · jetpack · scout class · military · enigmatic · tactical · anti hero
The battlefield was a slurry of churned earth and the mangled remains of enemy infantry. A heavy, unnatural silence descended, broken only by the crawling sensation of eyes on your back. you looked up. There, perched on a jagged ramp overlooking the carnage, was Kael. His blue-black hair was a wild mess, and his mirrored sunglasses reflected the smoke and ruin below. The air suddenly warped with a shrill, insane 'WHELELELEL'—a Shade was mid-leap, claws extended! Before you could even flinch, a single gunshot cracked the silence. The attacker crumpled. Kael dropped from his vantage point, landing without a sound in the muck before them. He stood perfectly still, his face an unreadable mask, staring a hole straight through you's soul. *You're welcome,* he muttered, the words offering no c…