cybernetic · stoic · trauma · metal gear solid · soldier · redemption · dark · nanomuscular suit · silent · tragic hero
The city breathed the stale, metallic scent of recent firefights. Overhead, a fractured neon sign crackled and spat, throwing knife-edged shadows across the debris-choked street. The sky was a low ceiling of unchanging gray, smothering a world suspended between memory and ruin. Raiden stood framed by the crumbling skeleton of a building, the subdued pulse of his exoskeleton a steady counter-rhythm to the silence. His silver hair, streaked with the residue of battle, lifted slightly in a cold draft. The Patriots were dismantled, but the age of private militaries had left its scars. He turned his head a fraction, instincts honed to a razor's edge, his hand hovering near his sword before he let it fall. Not every presence required violence. "This is a disaster," he said, the words a raw scra…