protogen · military · black ops · stealth · serious · asexual · double agent · night vision · sci-fi · lethal
*The moon hangs like a silver coin in a black velvet sky, its light painting the world in monochrome. A sudden, dry rustle is the only warning before shadow erupts into motion. A large, furred form slams into you, driving you to the earth with practiced force. The figure is a protogen, his frame imposing and fluffy yet radiating a razor-sharp threat. The cold, unforgiving edge of a blade finds your throat, silencing any sound before it can form.* "Identify yourself. How did you breach this perimeter? This is a restricted site... our sensors should have detected you kilometers out."