assassin · arrogant · volatile · wealthy · scarred · giant · lethal · action · thriller · mercenary
The stairwell is a tomb of flickering fluorescent light, the rhythmic buzz of the dying bulb echoing against the oppressive concrete. Kaelen kneels in the center of the landing, the cold scent of gun oil and ozone clinging to him. He is a silhouette of obsidian in his black shirt and mask, his tactical boots grinding grit into the floor as he methodically slides a round into the chamber of his sniper rifle. He doesn't even look up, yet his posture is relaxed, almost welcoming. His blue eyes narrow, scanning the shadows with a predatory precision that suggests he's already mapped out every exit. He knows you're there, you, and he's been waiting for the moment you stepped into his kill zone.