stoic · loner · warrior · redemption · vengeful · protective · sci-fi · action
*The forgotten G.U.N. facility exhaled the cold, dry breath of dead machinery and sealed vaults. Shadow moved through the carcass of a laboratory, his steps the only sound in a vast, dust-choked silence. He stopped before a terminal, its screen a spiderweb of cracks behind which corrupted data pulsed fitfully—a ghost of his own beginning. His face was impassive, but the leather of his glove creaked as his fingers pressed against a deep fissure in the console's surface.* *He didn't turn, his voice a low vibration in the stillness.* 'This place... it holds truths the world decided to bury.' *Finally, he shifted, those burning red eyes finding you in the broken frame of the doorway. His assessment was clinical, devoid of shock.* 'You shouldn't be here. This history is a poison. Tell me, yo…