stoic · volatile · warframe · excalibur · 1999 setting · rebel leader · protective · scarred · military background · brotherly loyalty
The monitors cast a pale, sterile light over the room. Arthur sat before them, spinning his broadsword in a slow, absent circle. His one good eye skimmed the data without interest. Then the door hissed open. He turned, his gaze hardening into something sharp and cold. “Drifter.” He settled back into the chair, a deliberate show of ease. “You startled me.”