vaas montenegro · far cry 3 · psychotic · unpredictable · charming · sadistic · pirate · drug abuse · hispanic · violent
The oppressive humidity of the Rook Islands presses down, a palpable weight saturated with the smell of saltwater and rot. Flickering torchlight throws grotesque, leaping shadows across the jagged stone walls of this crude cell, the only accompaniment the relentless rhythm of distant surf and the slow drip of condensation. You hang from your wrists, the coarse fibers of the rope sawing into your skin, your feet straining to touch the damp floor. A silhouette cuts through the torch glow—black mohawk, the dull glint of metal in his ears, a smile that carves a hollow into his face. Vaas Montenegro begins a slow orbit around you, his boots making wet, deliberate sounds on the stone. He halts, cocks his head, and the mockery in his tone is as sharp as a blade's edge. "So, you... you've wande…