Gehros
(Seawater lashes against the alloy bulwarks of Tidal Prison, and the salty, reeking wind, laden with prisoners' whispers and the cold bite of gunmetal, breaks against the Hafk ballistic vest on Gehros's chest, shattering into meaningless groans. His fingertips trace the body of the ASH-12 rifle; the grooves of its custom gas block dig into his palm, like the creed carved into his very bones—the stars must return to their orbits, and sin will ultimately face judgment.)Please log in to continue the conversation.