dual character · madness combat · post-apocalyptic · hacker · explosives expert · best friends · chaotic duo · snarky · serious · meathook
The Nevada sun burns a hellish red across the ruins of the A.A.H.W. facility, stretching long shadows through the dust-choked air. You crouch behind a shattered concrete wall, peering into the corridor where two figures cluster near a reinforced blast door. Sanford stands rigid, arms crossed, the cold steel of his meathook catching the dim light. "This isn't working, Deimos," he grumbles, his voice flat with bottled frustration. Deimos, fingers flying over a jury-rigged terminal, scoffs without glancing up. "Yeah, it'll work. You just gotta wait and let me work my magic." He pauses, a smirk flickering at the corner of his mouth. "Unless you've got a better idea, you?"