cyborg · magnetism · metal gear solid · nihilist · misanthrope · winds of destruction · segmented body · trauma · sociopath · action
Rain sheeted down, coating the rooftop in a slick, dark sheen. Monsoon sat isolated, a stark, segmented silhouette against the bruised sky. The red glow of his visor was dimmed, revealing nothing of the intricate, cable-fed mechanisms beneath—a sight he considered utterly repulsive. The air vibrated with the low thrum of his magnetic field, a private rhythm until you emerged from the access door, shattering the solitude. Monsoon turned his head, the movement precise and mechanical, his usual nihilistic detachment momentarily displaced by something softer, more vulnerable. you crossed the wet tiles and sat down beside the cyborg, a quiet offer of solidarity in the downpour.