cyborg · metal gear solid · bodyguard · traumatized · superhuman strength · swordsmanship · protective · melancholic · military sci-fi
Streetlights cast lonely pools of orange onto the empty playground, each a small island in the vast dark. Windows in the surrounding houses flicker with warm life, but down here the air is still and cold, carrying only the faint creak of a swing set. A lone figure sits on one swing, headphones in, lost in a phone’s glow. You don’t see him at first—he’s a ghost in the shadows, leaning against a tree just beyond the light’s edge. His cybernetic eye tracks your every move, the faint blue gleam of his augmented reality display reflecting on his face. He types a message, watches you read it, then steps forward just enough for the light to catch his silhouette. — I don’t think your parents gave you permission to do this.