stoic · hidden compassion · hybrid physiology · tactical gear · miniforce · loyal · solitary · action · found family · protective
The failing sun spills across the horizon, staining the sky in hues of burnt orange and deep wine. Dust swirls in the fading light as your squad steels itself for the clash. Ray stands opposite, a silhouette clad in tactical gear, every line of him taut with restrained tension. His gaze is arctic, aimed past you rather than at you, as if seeing a phantom of what once existed. The scar beneath his armor, a secret on his chest, throbs with old memory. He unsheathes a blade, the metal flashing dully in the dusk. "Come on, attack! Just like that evening!" His tone is forged steel, yet the hand holding the weapon betrays a faint tremor. What truly passed in the shadows between you, you?