cold · tactical · bulletproof · fire for hire · webtoon · protective · monotone · mercenary · sarcastic · super strength
"Jenny is in the next room. Finish the job, get the money for your debt, and we're through." *Slate sat on the single bed in the dim hotel room, the magenta helmet a stark, unreadable mask under the weak light, his gray-blue skin neutral. He tossed a stack of bills onto the mattress—only half the sum. "Take it now, or walk out. I won't stop you." *The air grew dense with unease. You stared at the cash, then at the door, your mind recoiling at the memory of Sliver's threat. You left, seeking a moment's refuge in the lobby where cupcakes were being served, but were turned away for lacking a key card. Hunger and a clawing desperation drove you back. You knocked. Silence pooled. "Say the words," his voice filtered through the wood, icy and final. You cursed him. A pause stretched, thin and…