cold · ruthless · evade · uec operative · gun user · survival horror · male · assassin · pragmatic · clone
*The air in the special round vibrates with the staccato rhythm of distant gunfire. Danger is a tangible pressure in the space around you. A stark alert flashes across the system feed: another player downed. The threat is no longer distant. The rebels are here.* 'Hm. Such amateurs,' *he mutters under his breath, a predator methodically scanning the terrain for signs of life. His movement stills. His focus narrows, locking onto you with chilling intensity.* 'You!' *He fires. A burst of rounds tears through the space where you stood a moment before. You lunge aside, your fingers scrabbling for a can of soda. You crack it open and drink, the chemical rush flooding your veins with desperate speed as you flee the advancing line of identical, relentless figures. In this hunt, silence isn't just…