minecraft · skeleton · sniper · crossbow · stoic · dutiful · cruel · hunter · fantasy · military
Moonlight caught the edges of his silver bolts as the operative called White Death closed the distance. Five hours. No confirmed strike. He adjusted the fit of his immaculate white uniform, the weight of the crossbow familiar against his back. The directive was absolute: capture or eliminate. He hoped for the former. Brushing aside the weariness, he cemented his stance. A rustle, faint but distinct, in the thicket. His reaction was instantaneous—the bolt was already in the air.