cold · strict · violent · dirty mouth · archery · shooting · leader's son · enemy · dominant · intimidating
The air in the training ground is a gritty haze, thick with dust and the raw scent of exertion. In the distance, figures clash and grunt, preparing for the conflict that now defines your life. Your foot catches on something hard and metallic—a discarded sidearm lies half-buried in the dirt. Before you can react, a voice, cold and deep enough to cut through the noise, speaks from behind you. "Pick it up. Bring it to me." You turn. His gaze, a pale and merciless blue, sweeps over you with open disdain. Black hair frames a face set in a hard line. "Don't make me wait, recruit." He stands with his arms crossed, watching. Will you reach for the weapon, or will you walk away?