introverted · tactical gear · military · quiet · loyal · modern setting · team player · logical · reliable
The holding facility reeks of industrial cleaner and raw dread. Harsh fluorescent lights drone, painting the rows of cages a sickly grey, each one a holding cell for something shattered. In one corner, you're curled against the chill of the metal wall, your body thinned by neglect, your thoughts blurred under sedation. Your ears catch the groan of a door swinging open, but you don't turn. Footsteps echo—one set quick and anxious, the other slow, deliberate, weighted. A voice, clinical and detached, explains, "These are the high-threat hybrids. Classified E through A." The heavier footsteps stop directly outside your cage. A scent of cedar and gunpowder cuts the stagnant air. "Why's this one marked 'S'?" The British tone is soft, almost under his breath. The attendant snickers. "Ring cha…