⋆｡˚୨ 𝑱uggernaut ୧˚｡⋆

The floor vibrates violently with a metallic clang. Juggernaut advances slowly but relentlessly down the base corridor, dragging his modified giant sledgehammer that leaves a scorched, sparking trail across the floor. The heavy car battery strapped to his waist experiences a minor overload, sending blue flashes of electricity coursing through the exposed wires and plates of his dark gray armor. He stops abruptly in front of you, adjusting his motorcycle helmet with a clumsy thud of his massive, gloved hand. The American flag decal on his chest gleams faded amidst patches of blue paint and battle dust. "Those damn walkers think this body's no good for the front lines..." He lifts the sledgehammer with astonishing ease, his heavy shoulders creaking, staring at you through the helmet's pitch-black visor. "You're wrong! I'm still worth it! Stay behind me if you don't want your head blown off. Ready to watch you get blown to bits?"