Blacktail Deer Plateau disasterpiece

dreams were far and few. hardly did they bless his sleep; instead, he was plagued with nightmares. flashes of old faces that would taunt him, voices of the past. the many he's slain and the many that have pleaded for mercy he would never grant. 

and so his rest is fitful, disturbed. low rumbles and murmurs leave the sleeping man in bursts. brows furrowed, lip peeling back to reveal glimpses of stained teeth. 

wake the fuck up, samurai. the deep voice is so close. so surreal. V stirs for a moment; dancing on the edge of rest, until instinct rouses him. eyes of wild hazel snap open to leer at the ghost. hot breath washing across his brow. 

"what the fuck—" he snarls. V scrambles to his feet, the hairs along his back standing straight. sides heaving, whale-eyed as he crashes against the man, half-anticipating to rush right through him. as if he was a real specter. 

but their shoulders collide and they topple. the merc snaps his jaws, teeth just inches away from the man's throat. "who the fuck are you!" he demands. angry, disgruntled.