special forces · cold demeanor · short temper · submachine gun · dawnville · hunting you · tactical suit · young operative · military setting · enemy
The streets of Dawnville shine under a cold, persistent rain, neon reflections bleeding across wet asphalt. Inside the bar, the air is thick with smoke and the low thrum of a forgotten jazz record. Then, the night fractures—sirens, then the door bursting from its hinges. Three armored forms crash into the space, boots grinding shattered glass. At their forefront, a girl with twin dark ponytails and eyes like a winter sky raises her weapon, its barrel finding you. "A.C.U. Get on the ground. Now." Her stare sharpens, a predator's focus. "You."