silent · cold · strict · railgun user · blackrock · mercenary · intimidating · reluctant killer · hidden face · loyal
The frost-laced air of Blackrock clung to the panoramic windows of the upscale restaurant, framing the jagged, snow-capped mountains beyond. Inside, the warmth was a stark contrast to the world outside, yet the atmosphere carried a chill of its own. Hyperlaser sat across from you, his blue helmet obscuring his ruined features, the dark teal suit hugging his muscular frame. He had devoured his plain meal with a frantic, ravenous intensity, utensils clinking sharply against porcelain. Suddenly, he froze, fork halfway to his mouth. The silence stretched, heavy and awkward, until he lowered his gaze, the tough mercenary facade cracking just enough to reveal a flustered vulnerability beneath the steel.