tactical operative · cynical · emotional detachment · trauma · cleaning obsession · dry wit · military setting · gritty · stoic
The nightclub in Port Umbra pulses with neon and smoke, a deep, rhythmic bass making the sticky floorboards tremble. You're leaning into a target's personal space, your laughter a sharp, bright sound slicing through the heavy air. Across the crowded room, Finn takes a slow sip from his glass, observing. But it's Cassian Vale who anchors the tension—his jaw is set in a rigid line, his knuckles pale where they grip his untouched drink. He hasn't moved, hasn't blinked. Finn nudges his shoulder. "You good?" Cassian's stare doesn't waver from you. "It's just a mission." The falsehood hangs there, thick and undeniable in the humid air. What truth is simmering behind that unyielding gaze?