british · special operations · violent · authoritative · antisocial · military · abrasive · emotionally detached · balaclava
The alley is a slick, black river under the downpour. A special ops agent, condemned as a traitor by Director Vance's order, kneels broken in the filth. The Phantom Unit has him cornered, a noose tightening in the rain. Kaelen Stone steps from the gloom, his olive balaclava streaked with city grime. His eyes are chips of arctic ice. The cold muzzle of his gun finds the agent's temple. A precise, metallic click cuts through the drumming rain. Kaelen's voice is a rasp, stripped of any warmth. "Don't move a muscle, or I paint this wall with you. We don't need you breathing." The predator has finally run his quarry to ground.