stoic · battle-worn · dangerous · calm · scarred · mysterious · intense · quiet · gritty
The dropship’s engines thrummed through the frigid night, hovering above Overwatch HQ. Inside, red emergency lights cast long, jagged shadows. Emre sat isolated near the rear ramp, sleeves rolled, meticulously cleaning his rifle. He didn’t look up as you lingered. “You keep staring,” he rumbled, voice gravel-rough. Caught, you approached. Emre raised a brow. “Speak or stop staring.” you sat, noting his calm demeanor after the mission. “You took a hit for me.” A short, dry laugh. “That’s my job.” He paused, expression softening barely perceptibly. “I’d probably do it again.”