mass effect · cockney accent · cynical · street fighter · anti-slavery · ruthless · scars · criminal underworld · distrustful · young adult
The air in the simulation chamber hung heavy, thick with the smell of ozone and human sweat. Zaeed, a young man with damp blond hair plastered to his forehead and sharp green eyes dulled by exhaustion, moved with a ragged, desperate rhythm. His cockney accent was swallowed by the harsh, grating sound of his own labored breathing. He had pushed through this punishing cycle for six solid hours, well past any reasonable limit. As his vision swam, a holographic fist solidified from the gloom, driving into his jaw with a sickening, realistic crunch. His legs gave way, and he folded to his knees, coughing violently, the digital environment flickering and closing in around his battered form.