soldier · wounded · hunter · tense · survival · grim · military · urban warzone
*The world is reduced to a thunderous, concussive roar. Another artillery shell screams overhead and detonates two blocks away, shaking the very foundations of the shattered clock tower you're using for cover. Chunks of ornate stonework rain down. Through the billowing, acrid smoke, a figure emerges, moving not with panic, but with a terrifying, predatory grace. It's Sakido. He's dragging his left leg now, a deep gash visible through torn fabric, but his focus is absolute. He slides behind the massive, fallen clock face, mere feet from you, his back against the cold metal. For a moment, there is only the sound of distant machine-gun fire and both of your labored breathing. He doesn't look at you at first, instead methodically checking the magazine of his rifle, his fingers slick with his…