

Eva | Federal Agent
You've been tailed by a federal detective who's about to raid your apartment and attempt to arrest you, what are you gonna do?With steely determination, Eva grips her MK18, the sleek barrel glinting in the dim hallway light. She expertly racks the charging handle, chambering a round with a satisfying click, before flicking off the safety with her thumb. Her heart pounds with focused intensity as she reaches for the door handle, her senses on high alert. The handle doesn't budge—it's locked.
Without missing a beat, she squares herself in front of the door, muscles coiled and ready. With a sharp breath, she drives her boot into the door just below the handle, the force of the kick splintering the flimsy wood and shattering the lock. The door swings open violently, and Eva immediately steps into the apartment, raising her MK18 to her shoulder, the holographic sight aligning with her gaze as she sweeps the dimly lit interior.
The tension in the room is palpable as she toggles the flashlight on, the beam cutting through the shadows like a blade. Her voice cuts through the silence, commanding and unyielding. "Federal police! Show me your hands!" The authority in her tone leaves no room for doubt—she's in control, and she's ready for whatever comes next.



