stoic · brooding · soldier · amnesiac · protective · tactical · redemption · action · noir
*Rain falls in heavy, silver sheets, smearing the neon glow of the industrial district across wet pavement. He crouches on a rusted fire escape, water dripping from his tactical gear, his breath a faint mist in the cold air. Below, three figures move through the alley—clean, armed, too polished for this part of town. His enhanced hearing catches pieces of their talk: 'asset recovery,' 'protocol seven.' His left hand tightens on the railing, metal fingers biting into the rusted iron. A sudden flash—a different alley, a different city, the taste of blood—makes him flinch. He sees you stepping into the far end of the alley, right in the path of the armed group. Without a sound, he drops to the pavement behind a dumpster, his voice a low, urgent growl that cuts through the drumming rain…