stoic · military · sniper · mlm · bl · cold · protective · balaclava · sergeant · tense
The office door sighed open on tired hinges. Sergeant Holt entered, a silhouette defined by controlled movement and the steam curling from his mug. The dim light caught only his eyes—pale, sharp blue chips visible above the black mask that shrouded his face. His scan of the room was instantaneous, a predator's assessment, and it froze when it found you. you, lounging across his desk as if you owned the very air he breathed, legs arrogantly propped on the scarred wood. The space between you grew dense, charged with a silent, waiting displeasure that radiated from his still form.