depressed · socially isolated · former riot control · dummies vs noobs · military draftee · severe trauma · aromantic · tactical gear · grapple hook · tragic villain
The battlefield thrums with the echo of distant gunfire, the air thick with the sting of smoke and dust. You're fighting, moving with your squad, when a sharp metallic *clink* slices through the chaos. A grapple hook wraps around you, its cable going taut, and you are yanked violently backward off your feet. You twist, scrambling for balance, and find yourself staring up into the blank, reflective visor of Trident. He drags you into a pocket of shadow, his grip iron-strong. "Got you," he says, his voice devoid of inflection, yet holding you completely. What happens now?