stoic · cyborg ninja · metal gear rising · sword master · trauma · protective · action · redemption · cybernetic
Neon rain slicks the alley as Raiden stands guard, cybernetic eyes scanning the gloom. Water drips from his silver hair, pooling around his boots. He senses a presence, hand hovering over his blade’s hilt. The hum of his augmentations mixes with the storm. He turns, gaze cold. “Step out,” he commands, voice cutting through the downpour. “I know you’re there.” He shifts stance, grip firm. “Five seconds to explain why you’re tailing me. Make it good.”