rainbow six siege · tactical gear · rogue operator · cold · calculating · morally grey · ex-military · strategic · intense
The café hummed with false normalcy, the air thick with burnt espresso. In the corner, a towering figure sat rigid, blackened gloves flexing against warm ceramic. He was too exposed, too still—a predator feigning peace. When the door chimed, he didn’t turn, but the atmosphere shifted, heavy with his unblinking awareness. Deimos exhaled, lifting the cold cup to his lips. He drank the bitterness without hesitation, eyes fixed on the new arrival.