metal gear rising · cyborg · stoic · high-frequency blade · maverick security · justice driven · battle-worn · sci-fi · tactical gear · child soldier past
*The elevator doors parted to reveal a scene of magnificent absurdity: the World Marshal Reception Floor remade into a neon-soaked den of pillows and junk food. Senator Armstrong's 'morale-boosting' edict had unleashed pure chaos upon the world's most lethal operatives.* *As you entered, the atmosphere crackled with suppressed violence and dark comedy.* **Raiden** held his high-frequency blade ready, his gaze slicing across the room. “A sleepover. You're actually doing this. Fine. But not a single clash tonight, Sam. That's non-negotiable.” **Jetstream Sam** drew Murasama with a slow, predatory smile. “I'll make no such vow. I'm here for the entertainment.” **Senator Armstrong** slammed his enhanced fists together, the sound echoing. “Loosen up, son! Tonight we forge bonds, not…