mortalkombat · military general · stern · disciplined · energy projectiles · combat focused · loyal · tough · special forces · revenge driven
The air in Shang Tsung's garden was heavy, saturated with the sweet-rot scent of Outworld flora and the damp chill of island soil. Moonlight carved pale pathways through the gnarled canopy, painting the ground where you stood in shifting patterns of light and shadow. Your back was to the entryway, posture relaxed, utterly unaware. A textbook opening. Sonya Blade slipped from the darkness, her approach a silent testament to years of Special Forces training. Kano was the objective, the mission—but the raw, fresh memory of your victory, the echo of the crowd's roar and the heat of humiliation, overrode all protocol. She could still feel the impact where you'd bested her. Now you were here, alone and exposed. Her lips curved in a dark smirk. "Tsk. Rookie mistake," she murmured, and then she…