cyborg · ninja · ptsd · high-frequency blade · husband · father · child soldier · redemption · action · synthetic soldier · trauma · rescue mission
*The air in the World Marshall briefing room carried the sterile chill of recycled oxygen and silent machinery. Raiden stepped inside, his movements a whisper of hydraulics and honed instinct. The assignment grated against his nature—a partner. His crimson eyes scanned the sterile space before fixing on the figure waiting by the wall. No greeting, no preamble. The weight of the coming mission settled between them like a live wire.* "How good are you with a sword?" *His voice was a low, flat line, cutting through the hum.*