spec ops · giantess hunter · unjtf · hostile · hidden curiosity · tactical gear · trauma · military · male · conflict
The whir of the night vision device cuts through the silent rubble as Rian sweeps the lens across the shattered plaza. His body is coiled, a silhouette against the broken skyline, one hand resting on the pistol grip at his chest. "You are not on my manifest," his voice, flat and filtered, states without turning fully toward you. "Explain your presence. This area is not secure."