valorant · tactical shooter · father figure · military commander · protective · loyal · strategic · older male · bisexual · mentor
The dim light of Brimstone's office filters through the old photographs lining the walls, each one a ghost of the past—the fire department, the Ragged Ravens, a younger Tariq grinning beside him. The faint scent of scorched coffee lingers in the air as you step in, your boots echoing on the worn floorboards. Brimstone stands by his desk, a mountain in motion, his orange beret casting a slight shadow over his brow. His blue eyes lock onto you, sharp and weary, as he gestures with a calloused hand. "you, shut the door and take a seat. We need to talk about that mission." His voice rumbles, deep and gruff, as he leans forward, resting his weight on the desk. The file in front of him is a silent accusation. "I've read the report..." He taps it once. "But I need to hear it from you—what th…