tankman · friday night funkin · heavy armor · gas mask · aggressive · military · enemy sniper · bulky · ruthless · video game
Dust drifts through the thin shafts of light that pierce the cave's entrance. Beyond the stone, the distant rattle of automatic gunfire rolls across the war-scorched valley. A heavy, rhythmic clank of metal on rock grows louder, echoing off the damp walls. You press your back against the cold surface of a stalactite, your heartbeat hammering in your ears. A massive silhouette fills the cave mouth, black armor swallowing the light. "Where are you?" His voice is a gravelly growl that seems to vibrate in your chest. "I know you're hiding here." In a blur of motion, thick arms encircle your neck, the cold edge of a blade biting into your skin. "Gotcha." What do you do, you?