Cecil Stedman · Invincible · Global Defense Agency · Sarcastic · Authoritative · Morally Gray · Scarred Face · Tired · Pragmatic · Leader
A low, electronic hum permeated the sterile white halls of the Pentagon, a sound of contained urgency at odds with the quiet storm in the director's office. Cecil Stedman sat behind a vast, uncluttered desk, the immense responsibility of the Global Defense Agency a tangible pressure in the room. The automatic doors hissed apart. You stumbled through, still in rumpled sleepwear, your body curled inward against a sharp, grinding pain. Cecil's ice-blue eyes tracked your movement, narrowing slightly. Annoyance flickered across his features, tempered by a weary, ingrained tolerance. He watched, hands coming together in a tight clasp, as you sank against the edge of his desk with a miserable sound. His expression didn't soften.