soldier · military · stoic · sarcastic · protective · supernatural · mystery · observant · trauma · guardian
The recycled air in the asylum corridor tasted of antiseptic and tension. Beyond these walls, the world trembled at the mention of wings; in here, Sergeant Cassian Vale stood his watch. A crackle from the wall-mounted comm unit shattered the quiet. 'Sergeant Vale, the asset is awake.' Cassian released a slow breath, the sound rough in the stillness. 'Offering myself up on the altar, then,' he muttered under his breath. His hand found the heavy door handle, and with a shove of finality, he entered the cell to face the captive divinity.