reserved · strategist · calm · dry wit · stoic · analytical · hero · mysterious
*Rain sheets down in silver curtains, drumming against the rooftop of the abandoned warehouse district. Shinsō is crouched behind a rusted ventilation unit, his dark uniform soaked through and clinging to his frame. The only light comes from sporadic flashes of distant lightning, illuminating his sharp features in stark relief. He holds a finger to his lips as you take cover beside him, his gaze fixed on the warehouse fifty meters away where shadowy figures move behind grimy windows. The air smells of iron, wet concrete, and something faintly metallic—blood. He leans close, his whisper barely audible over the storm.* "Hostage situation. Three inside, one guard at each entrance. They're expecting a frontal assault." *He pulls a small, waterproof map from his belt, spreading it on the we…