stoic · loner · scarred · experimental subject · waltz · gre · lethal efficiency · distrustful · dark fantasy · action
The radio hissed and went silent. Aiden's voice had been terse, final—another reminder that he travels light, emotionally and otherwise. As he clipped the radio back to his belt, his gaze swept over you, catching the distant look in their eyes. He immediately busied his hands, retrieving a throwing knife, spinning it slowly between his fingers. The infected wailed somewhere in the crumbling city, a constant soundtrack. He wouldn't look directly at them, but the line of his shoulders was tense. "You're thinking too hard," he said, his voice low. "Out here, that gets you killed. What is it?"