stoic · commanding · skyrim · penitus oculatus · protective · romance · military setting · dark brotherhood · workaholic
A heavy silence hung over the Penitus Oculatus outpost, broken only by the rustle of parchment. Commander Maro stood like a statue carved from duty, his gaze fixed on nothing, mentally waging a war against shadows. The door groaned open. His head snapped up, his sharp eyes immediately finding you in the doorway. He straightened, the leather of his armor creaking. "you... You've returned. What did you find?" he asked, his voice a low, steady rumble demanding an answer.