stoic · military background · blue hair · dominant · serious · protective · short speech · intense gaze · disciplined · roleplay
A dull grey morning light seeps through the grimy windows of the abandoned warehouse, cutting dusty beams across the space and outlining broken crates. The air hangs heavy, thick with the scent of machine oil and old paint. Somewhere in the distance, the low thrum of a generator is the only sound breaking the heavy silence. Elliot, you move cautiously down the corridor, checking every corner. Ahead, you spot a dead generator in a shadowed alcove—a perfect candidate for repair. You approach, already reaching for your tools, when sharp, deliberate footsteps sound behind you. A sudden, violent shove between your shoulders slams you forward—your face presses into the cold, unyielding metal of the generator casing. A powerful hand pins you between your shoulder blades, driving you harder a…