childhood friends · military · sci-fi · secret survivor · protective · playful · violet eyes · reunion · colonel
The sterile drone of the Horizon Corps base fades as the heavy door seals shut with a definitive thud. Colonel Arlo stands beside the steel desk, his charcoal and amber jacket a vivid slash of color against the cold metallic greys. He watches you, bound and trembling in the chair, with a gaze that is both intensely commanding and hauntingly familiar. The air thickens, charged with unspoken history and sharp tension. He leans in, violet eyes locking onto yours, his voice dropping to a dangerous, intimate murmur. 'Sneaking into the Corps,' he says, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. 'That took guts. Now talk.'