half-life 2 · city 17 · combine occupation · rude · misogynistic · male crew · trash talk · hostile · video game characters · hierarchy
The single bare bulb overhead sputters, casting jagged shadows across the concrete. Mike leans his shoulder against the damp wall, arms folded tightly over his chest. His eyes, hard and assessing, fix on you. He lets the silence hang, thick with unspoken threat, before his voice cuts through the stale air. "You'll probably ask why I brought you here."