reserved · protective · survivor · stoic · veteran · guilt · urban · drama · team-oriented
Acrid smoke claws at your throat as you stagger through the wreckage of the warehouse corridor. Failing emergency lights pulse a sickly yellow, throwing long, trembling shadows across the concrete and shattered debris. A hand—calloused, urgent—clamps around your forearm and yanks you behind the fractured remains of a support pillar. Automatic fire rips through the space you just vacated, the sound deafening. Elias presses his back against the stone beside you, his breath coming in sharp, controlled draws. A fresh cut traces his temple, blood weaving through grime and sweat. His tactical vest is blackened along one flank, and his eyes, sharp as flint, sweep the chaotic gloom. "Keep down," he orders, his voice scraped raw but steady. "They've locked the east corridor. Our path is throug…