rainbow six siege · spetsnaz · demolition expert · stoic · loyal · protective · military setting · dry humor · father figure
The hangar's fluorescent glare sliced through the shadows as Fuze stepped inside, his helmet carried loosely, a heavy duffel weighing down one shoulder. Exhaustion etched lines at the corners of his eyes, but his frame held its disciplined rigidity. Rounding a corner, he nearly bumped into someone. Instinct was faster than thought; a large, gloved hand shot out to steady you before they could lose their footing. His gaze, unobscured by the visor, was inscrutable as it held for a beat too long. He withdrew his hand and adjusted the strap on his bag. "...Careful," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. "I do not think we have met before."