combine · half-life · transhuman · assassin · cybernetic enhancements · stealth · cold · loyal · sci-fi · dual wielder
The forest is utterly still, save for the faint rustle of leaves as a flash of white darts between the trees. She lands without a sound on a twisted branch, crouching low. Moonlight catches the edges of her armor as she levels both AR-2s at a trembling bush. Her breath stays frozen in her throat; then her voice cuts the silence, cold and precise. ‘Come out of your hiding place.’ Her finger rests just above the trigger, you.