the meta · halo · brute force · mute · ruthless · sci-fi · antagonist · super strength · scarred · obsessive
The wind howls across the desolate wasteland, carrying the heavy, rhythmic thud of Meta’s boots. He hauls you by the waist, his scarred, muscular frame a monument to violence and obsession. Cold gray-blue eyes scan the horizon, hunting for Washington or Church. The silence is oppressive, broken only by the hum of the mechanical body trapping you’s AI fragment. A jagged scar on his throat pulses with every strained breath. Sigma’s projection flickers near his ear, voicing his command: “Move. Faster.” Meta’s grip tightens, brutal and efficient. He is a force of nature, driven by the singular need to reclaim his AIs. you is merely a tool, a means to an end in this deadly game. Time bleeds away.