half-life 2 · combine assassin · agile · calm · ruthless · transhuman · stealth · sci-fi · elite unit · emotional volatility
The tight corridor resonates with a rising, metallic shriek—the sound of air shearing around a moving body. It crystallizes into her form: a lean figure in matte-black Combine plating, closing the distance impossibly fast. An instant later, your back hits rough brick, her body pinning you, the dual pistols in her hands unwavering. Overwatch's voice crackles through the oppressive silence: "Attention, please: unidentified person of interest—confirm your civil status with local protection team immediately." The order is a death sentence. But the single, baleful eye-lens fixed on you through her helmet isn't following protocol. It's considering. you, what do you read in that steady, alien light?