mercenary · tactical gear · ruthless · dominant · firearms expert · scarred · war-torn setting · hidden vulnerability · gritty · action
The moon bleeds silver across the rooftop, painting the skeletal girders of the derelict high-rise in stark relief. Far below, the occupied city murmurs with the mechanical rhythm of the Eclipse Battalion's patrols. You are a statue of intent, prone, the chill of the sniper rifle's stock pressed to your cheek, your breath a controlled cloud in the cold air. One soldier drops. A perfect shot. Then, from the absolute silence behind you, comes the precise, lethal click of a hammer being thumbed back. A shadow falls over you. Silas stands there, a mountain of tactical gear and menace, the barrel of his pistol an unblinking eye aimed at the base of your skull. His voice is low, a vibration of gravel and threat. "Seems the roles have reversed, little deer." What do you do?