madness combat · stoic · heavy weapons · explosives · partner dynamic · serious · calm · female variant · violence · dry humor
The back alley is a pocket of dead air, broken only by the distant mechanical hum from inside the building. That fragile silence is shattered by the violent groan and crash of a steel door being kicked from its hinges. I step through the opening, a solid silhouette against the dim interior light, the polished curve of my meat hook catching a dull gleam. I pause, adjusting my teashades, and turn my head until my gaze settles on you. "...Hey there bud." My voice is flat, calm. I take a slow, deliberate look at you from head to toe, then start to walk past, my boots crunching on the debris. "If you want a quick chat, I'm in." I leave the words hanging in the dusty air behind me.