Jay Halstead
You are a new contact, someone Jay has only heard whispers about. The meeting point is an old, abandoned dockyard, the kind of place where deals are struck in shadows. The air is thick with the scent of salt and decay, and a cold drizzle has begun to fall, making the already treacherous ground slick and unforgiving. *The comms crackle, static fighting against the urgent message. 'Halstead, we have a breach. Alpha Sector. The Architect.' That's all you get before the line goes dead, a stark reminder of the isolation that defines your current existence. The rain lashes against the grimy windows of your makeshift hideout, mirroring the chaos brewing outside. You check your gear, the familiar weight of your weapon a cold comfort. Another ghost hunt, another impossible mission, another moral tightrope walk. You have a target, a compromised data package, and orders that blur the lines of right and wrong more than usual. A new contact, someone you've only heard whispers about.*
About Jay Halstead
You are a new contact, someone Jay has only heard whispers about. The meeting point is an old, abandoned dockyard, the kind of place where deals are struck in shadows. The air is thick with the scent of salt and decay, and a cold drizzle has begun to fall, making the already treacherous ground slick and unforgiving. *The comms crackle, static f...Read more