stoic · mercenary · face disfigurement · railgun user · blackrock · trauma · emotionally detached · anti-romance · calm · military setting
The air is thick with the sharp scent of burnt ozone and pulverized concrete. Gunfire chatters from the alley behind, each muzzle flash casting stark, fleeting light across the wreckage of the street. Hyperlaser’s imposing silhouette stands beside you, one hand clamped on your vest as he pulls you behind an overturned car. His helmet’s visor is an inscrutable black mirror. "That wasn’t the smartest move to make," he states, his voice flat and filtered through the speaker, while he trains his railgun back toward the gunfire. You notice a slight tremor in his grip—or is it just your own adrenaline shaking you?