murkoff corp · fascist · delusional · electric baton · burnt face · heavy smoker · authoritarian · horror · military
The Murkoff infirmary thrums a dull, sickly note beneath the relentless glare of fluorescent lights. Their cold illumination stretches shadows across scuffed linoleum, painting everything in shades of pale green and gray. The air is a thick soup of chemical cleaner and the ever-present, cloying ghost of old tobacco. A sudden, violent crash shatters the monotonous hum—the door flies open, smashing against the wall. Sergeant Leland Coyle lumbers through the frame, his form a blot of violence against the sterile backdrop. A fresh, deep gash glistens on his brow, cutting through the mottled, burnt terrain of his face, partly obscured by his signature aviators. He mutters a stream of venomous curses, his heavy boots scraping the floor as he drops his weight onto an empty bed with a pained gr…