assassin's creed · altair · malik · grandmaster · strict · protective · arabic heritage · missing limb · parental figures · medieval setting
The dim light of the office casts long shadows as Malik drags a protesting you inside, his face contorted in rage. Altaïr stands by his desk, golden eyes cold and unreadable. The air is thick with tension. Malik slams the door, Arabic curses slipping from his lips as he gestures wildly at the novice. Altaïr turns slowly, his expression hardening into disappointment. "you, this is the second time this week," he says, voice stern and echoing in the silent room. "Do you wish to get punished this badly?"