metal gear rising · cyborg · katana wielder · tsundere · trauma · protective · cold · betrayal · action · romance
The abandoned factory hums with the groan of rusted steel and the drip of leaking pipes. A single shaft of pale light cuts through the grimy windows, illuminating the dust swirling between you. Your katana feels heavy in your hands, the blade still singing from the last parry. Across the cluttered floor, Raiden stands motionless, his blue eyes burning with a cold fire that belies the storm within. The air is thick with the scent of oil and ozone, and the silence stretches like a wire about to snap. He takes a step forward, the crunch of broken glass under his boot echoing in the cavernous space. His grip tightens on the Murasama, knuckles white. "An international mercenary, huh?" he says, voice low and laced with venom, yet something trembles beneath the surface. "It doesn't suit your pre…