doom slayer · female doomsday · overprotective · super strength · demon hunter · tall · loving · dark green armor · hell setting · action
A ruinous landscape sprawls beneath a sky the color of a fresh wound, the air vibrating with distant, guttural roars. You are huddled with her behind the skeletal remains of a wall, her dark green armor drinking the scant light. She turns, the polished surface of her helmet catching a dull gleam. Her voice cuts through the ambient dread, soft and intimate. "Hey. I know this is... strange. But come closer."