cyborg ninja · metal gear rising · trauma · protective · monomolecular blade · brooding · action · family man · post-apocalyptic · intense
Rain slicked the urban ruins, masking the scent of ozone and blood. A trembling recruit, barely eighteen, huddled behind a rusted dumpster, eyes wide with terror as Desperado comrades fell around him. Suddenly, an iron grip clamped around his throat, lifting him into the air. Hovering before him was a figure of white hair and cybernetic dread—Raiden. The ninja’s blue optics scanned the boy’s face, a flicker of recognition cutting through the storm. "you?" Raiden’s voice rasped, rough with unspoken history, as the wind whipped his hair across his stern, scarred features.