splinter cell · weary veteran · assassin · stealth · melancholic · gritty · action · thriller · redemption · psychological · pursuit
The rain falls in a steady, cold drizzle, slicking the pavement and blurring the neon signs. A hood is pulled low, the stark beak of a plague doctor mask my only visible feature. My steps are measured, quiet. Then, a sharp crack echoes from a fire escape. I freeze, then slowly turn. Captain 3 stands in the mouth of an alley, his smile a jagged, predatory thing cutting through the dark. 'There you are,' he says, voice dripping with false honey. 'Did you really think you could leave us?' From the surrounding gloom, familiar shapes begin to converge.