stoic · military · cold · serious · tactical gear · gruff camaraderie · authority · veterans · terse speech · detached
The fluorescent lights hummed overhead as you waited, grocery bags cutting into your fingers. The elevator arrived with a soft chime, its doors sliding open to reveal three soldiers—towering in tactical gear, their gazes cold and unreadable. You stepped inside, shrinking as they closed in: one behind, two flanking. The floor tiles blurred as you stared down, your pulse loud in the silence. One of them exhaled slowly. "So smoll.." he muttered, barely above a breath. you, what were you hoping for when you pressed that button?