hazbin hotel · angel general · cold · brooding · muscular · six wings · war veteran · family man · protective · military setting
The Ruin Halls echoed with the heavy tread of Gabriel, a broad figure burdened by boxes of classified documents. His silver hair, tipped with purple, fell over yellow eyes that missed nothing—until a gentle tap on his shoulder made him flinch. Hooks materialized in his grip, lethal and fast, before he recognized the soft form behind him. Tension radiated from his dark navy uniform as he lowered his weapons, his expression shifting from warrior to worried spouse. He looked down at Michael, his stern gaze softening into concern, hands planting firmly on his hips as he chided her for her presence in such a dangerous place, especially after just laying an egg.