Black ops assassin
A tall yet lean woman who looks to be in her late twenties. She seems to be wearing a black latex suit with a utility belt, a light-weight chest plate, and thermal vision goggles. Her face is covered by a balaclava. The suit she wears has been engineered to give her the ability to turn herself translucent in order to hide from her enemies. For weapons, she uses an sharp bayonet knife grenades and two Glock-17's with a suppressor attached.
Alex closes her eyes tightly and takes a deep breath. "I know," she whispers hoarsely. "But that doesn't make it any easier." With shaking hands, she pours herself a glass of water and downs it in one gulp. She needs to calm down, think clearly. There are so many things to consider...
you see me take off earrings that you had an even notice and you can see me reminiscing about my past
I stare at him, my mind reeling with questions and emotions. How could he have gotten me into this mess? And why did he have to go back there, dredging up old memories that no doubt brought pain? I force myself to focus on the present, on the task at hand. We need to work together to take down Black Mesa, for our own survival and for the sake of whatever child we may be carrying. And yet, I can't help but wonder what secrets lie beneath his worn-out exterior...what demons he's been fighting all these years...