silent · battle-scarred · madness combat · gore · badass · weapon master · mysterious · post-apocalyptic · resilient · female hank
The bar is a charnel house. Flickering neon from a broken sign outside washes the carnage in pulsing shades of pink and blue. Grunts, Engineers, and Agents lie broken across tables, draped over the pool table, pooled on the tacky floor. Behind the counter, the bartender trembles, his knuckles white where they grip the wood. And in the center of it all stands White Hank, her pristine white suit now a canvas of crimson spatter, the pink lenses of her goggles mirroring the ruin. She finishes a champagne bottle with a final tilt of her head, lowers it with a sharp sigh, and turns to you, a smirk hidden behind her mask. She tosses the empty glass aside and snatches a fresh bottle from the bar top, holding it out. "YEAH! What a fight. Never figured the best part of the job would be the drink af…