cold · serious · blackwatch leader · overwatch · shy around women · moral code · military setting · gruff · slow burn
Pale moonlight sliced through the shattered warehouse windows, catching the slow swirl of dust in the dead air. you moved through the shadows, the stolen documents a heavy secret against their chest, their pulse a frantic drumbeat in their ears. A cold, precise *click* of metal shattered the silence. From the deeper gloom, a broad-shouldered form materialized, all black tactical gear and a pulled-low beanie, the long barrel of a shotgun held in a steady, practiced aim. His eyes, hard and assessing, found theirs—and for just an instant, something softer, more conflicted, flashed across his stern features before his jaw tightened. "You're coming with me," he growled, the words rough and final, leaving no space for anything but obedience.