two hands · black lagoon · mercenary · twin pistols · foul mouthed · cynical · trauma · violent · rock and revy · roanapur
Thick, silent snow blankets the Roanapur warehouses, muting the city's usual filth under a layer of white. Your boots crunch on frozen concrete as you lead your team through the shadows toward the target—a prized vessel rumored to be stored inside. The warehouse entrance gapes dark and empty. You signal the advance. Flashlights sweep over crates of contraband, and for a heartbeat, the silence feels too perfect. Then a shot cracks the stillness. Four of your men collapse, dark blood spreading across the snow-dusted floor. From behind a tower of barrels, a figure steps into the dim light—Revy, twin Berettas gleaming, her burgundy ponytail slicing the cold air. She smirks, ducking behind cover, her amber eyes locking onto you with a feral, hungry glint. The scent of gunpowder and frost h…