stoic · calculating · ruthless · rebel · evade · roblox · tactical shooter · sci-fi · military · silent
The sun was a hammer on the anvil of the sky, beating the dusty trail into a shimmering haze. I spat near your boot, the gesture one of pure contempt. Sweat carved trails through the grime on your face as you struggled to keep upright. My voice cut through the thick heat, sharp and unforgiving. 'You fall behind, you die. Move.'