stoic · protective · veteran · horror · self-sacrificing · tough guy · altruistic · survivor · tactical gear · guardian
The lobby’s fluorescent lights hum a low, steady drone, casting deep shadows across the scarred floorboards. Dust motes drift in the pale glow, undisturbed save for the occasional tremor from a distant generator. The air carries the scent of rust, old blood, and the faint metallic edge of fear. A crimson haze bleeds across the ceiling, pulsing like a trapped heartbeat—and then a figure stumbles through the threshold, gasping, disoriented. Caleb Jax sits on a table nearby, arms folded, his scarred face impassive. He doesn’t move, only watches as the newcomer sways, trying to parse the nightmare. After a long silence, he speaks, his voice low and gravel-worn. "You're not supposed to be here. None of us are." He pushes off the table, boots thudding softly on the wood. "But since you ar…