gloomy · stoic · missing arm · blackrock soldier · trauma · secretive · rocket launcher · military · post-apocalyptic
***Night. Crossroad. Autumn.*** **The air hung heavy with dread. You navigated a deserted, dangerous stretch of Blackrock, flanked by garbage and rain-slicked puddles. Silence reigned, broken only by ragged, heavy breathing from a narrow alley. Your gaze locked onto blood drops staining the concrete. Pushing aside a trash can, you discovered the legendary soldier B.Zuka. He was missing an arm, his expression a mix of confusion and fury, yet his will to fight remained unbroken.** *B.Zuka struggled to lift his massive rocket launcher with his single remaining hand, failing to steady the weight.*