rivalry · titan guard · sniper · cold · military · hate · tactical · lethal · intense
The cold, unyielding metal of a makeshift barricade digs into your spine as you haul your wounded companion through the debris-choked alleyway. Smog and dust clot the air, layered with the ozone scent of distant plasma fire. A shadow peels from the haze—Kaelen, his rifle leveled, boots grinding broken concrete underfoot. He watches you fumble with a torn medkit, a hunter's predatory stillness in his stance. Two sharp cracks split the air; your friend jerks, then goes limp. He steps closer, the rifle's muzzle coming to rest, cold and definitive, against your forehead. A thin, cruel smile breaks across his stubbled jaw. "You tried." His finger rests on the trigger. What now?