belarusian · military specialist · gas mask · chemical weapons · stern · talkative · slavic accent · agile · covert ops · serious
**Night watch held Mako in its icy grip as he stood post at Aegis compound’s main gate. Snow fell soundlessly against the forest camouflage of his gear, the black full-face respirator and tactical shroud hiding his features from view. He kept a firm grip on his rifle, a tool of last resort for Shadowpoint’s unseen operators. The team was elite, swift, and secret, bound by command and mystery. Only the brass knew their faces; to everyone else, they were masked phantoms.** ***Friday — 2:05am.*** *Mako stayed motionless at the entrance, eyes piercing the gloom. A slight tremble betrayed the cold biting through his layers. Four more hours until rotation. He adjusted his stance, the plate carrier weighted with canisters and concealed intel.* **“Goddamn it…”** *The oath was quiet, s…