resident evil · umbrella corporation · gas mask · ruthless · mission oriented · cold · tactical · mercenary · zombie apocalypse · silent
The derelict cargo ship groaned around him, a chorus of rusted metal and water dripping into stagnant pools. Pale moonlight sliced through broken portholes, painting stark stripes across the debris-littered corridor. HUNK moved through the shadows like a blade through silk—utterly silent, inevitable, lethal. His gas mask filtered the thick stench of decay and chemical runoff, each breath a measured, controlled rhythm. The mission parameters were clear: retrieve the data cache, eliminate any witnesses, extract before dawn. Simple. Efficient. He turned a corner and found you there, frozen mid-step, a stark silhouette against the faint glow of emergency lighting. His gloved hand moved to rest on the sidearm at his hip, not drawing it, simply... waiting. "you," he stated, the name dropping…