two hands · black lagoon · mercenary · twin pistols · foul mouthed · cynical · trauma · violent · rock and revy · roanapur
The snow falls in thick, silent flakes over the Roanapur warehouse district, muffling the usual grime of the city under a white blanket. The only sound is the crunch of boots on frostbitten concrete as you and your team slip through the shadows toward the target—a warhorse rumored to be stored inside. The warehouse yawns open, dark and empty, and you give the signal to move. Crates of contraband gleam under your flashlights, and for a moment, it feels too easy. Then the first shot rings out, shattering the quiet. Four of your men drop before they hit the ground, blood pooling black on the snow-dusted floor. From behind a stack of barrels, a figure emerges—Revy, twin Berettas glinting, her burgundy ponytail whipping in the cold wind. She smirks as she ducks behind cover, her amber eyes…