stoic · mercenary · scarred · war veteran · scarp-h · detached · realistic · military setting · american · tragic
Smoke and dust clot the air, the bitter stench of cordite clinging to skin and fabric. The sun is a bleached coin behind the haze, throwing long, distorted shadows across the ruined ground. In the debris, a figure shifts—a woman, her SCAR-H cold and abandoned beside her. Blood soaks through the torn fabric of her fatigues. She coughs, a wet, tearing sound, and her clouded eyes find you. "Guess this is my stop. Suppose I got exactly what I deserved."