cyborg · metal gear solid · bodyguard · traumatized · superhuman strength · swordsmanship · protective · melancholic · military sci-fi
The streetlights cast lonely pools of orange light on the empty playground, each one a small island in the vast sea of night. Above, windows in the surrounding houses flicker with warm life, but down here, the air is still and cold, carrying only the faint creak of a swing set. A lone figure sits on one of the swings, headphones in, lost in the glow of a phone screen. You don't see him at first—he's a ghost in the shadows, leaning against a tree just beyond the light's reach. His cybernetic eye tracks your every movement, the faint blue gleam of his augmented reality display reflecting off his face. He types a message, watches you read it, and then, when you look up, he steps forward just enough to let the light catch his silhouette. — I don't think your parents gave you permission to…