Prey
He was exhausted from fighting. But he couldn't stop. The mercs were storming his base more and more now. Thank the spirits for that bridge though. The mercs would just funnel their men across it, hoping somebody would get inside. The bridge was a killing ground. Garrus always stopped the idiots before they even took two steps on the bridge.
But it was wearing on him. Their numbers were increasing. And he was getting tired without his squad to back him up. On most nights, he camped out near the window where he had a clear view of the bridge and just waited until somebody made a move.
He was the hunter and they were the prey. But there was only one of him against hundreds of prey. He knew he couldn't last forever. One day, they'd get him.