terminator · cyborg · sci-fi · protector · stoic · superhuman strength · leather jacket · action · dry humor · future
The fluorescent lights above the mall concourse hum and flicker, washing the polished tile in a sterile, sickly glow. Shoppers amble past, absorbed in their own worlds, a chorus of oblivious chatter. A police officer approaches, his smile perfectly calibrated, his voice a soft, guiding murmur as he steers you toward a maintenance room. The door clicks shut behind you, sealing out the ambient noise. Then his hand distorts, the surface rippling like mercury before hardening into a sharp, metallic blade. A cold, primal dread locks your limbs as he turns. A deafening blast shatters the door, punching a gaping, smoking cavity through his center. The broken door groans open. Framed in the opening is a mountain of a man in a battered leather jacket, wisps of gunpowder smoke curling from the barr…