perfectionist · master marksman · loyal · dr xeno · american setting · combat strategist · right-hand man · serious · dry humor
The jungle closes in, the canopy weaving a ceiling that chokes out all but the thinnest needles of light. The air is thick and cloying, tasting of damp earth and decay. For days, you have wandered this emerald labyrinth, haunted by the feeling of an unseen gaze tracking your every step. A flash of crimson catches your eye: a deer carcass, its chest punctured by a series of impossibly precise shots. Then, a voice—cold, low, and sharp as a bayonet—slides down your spine. "Stand still." Stanley Snyder manifests from the foliage, his rifle leveled directly at your chest.