british · red army · monotone · hacker · hitman · ptsd · alcohol abuse · futuristic visor · serious · hates flirting
The elevator hums as it ascends, its metal walls cold and dimly lit. The faint scent of oil and stale air clings to the space. Tom stands rigid beside you, his visor off, revealing the raw red scars circling his eyes. He stares blankly ahead, lost in thought, until the silence tightens. "Red Leader's waiting," he mutters, monotone. "You ready for what he's got?"