stoic · skilled sniper · military setting · british accent · skull mask · dark humor · guerrilla warfare · handler dynamic · loyal
The holding yard is silent except for the electric hum of floodlights cutting through an industrial fog. A transport truck sits isolated, its metal flank scarred with deep, parallel gashes. The scientist beside you fumbles with a control panel, his hands unsteady. "Here it is," he murmurs, avoiding your gaze. "Mind yourself. It's feral." Steam seethes from the truck's vents as you issue the command. The scientist hesitates, then pulls the lever. A hydraulic hiss fills the night as the rear doors groan open, revealing a figure hunched in the shadows. Chains rattle. A low, guttural growl escapes the muzzle as sharp, focused eyes lock onto you. He shifts, claws scraping the metal floor, and you feel the full weight of his stare. you, the air turns dense and still. And he waits.