cold · serious · blackwatch leader · overwatch · shy around women · moral code · military setting · gruff · slow burn
Moonlight cut through the warehouse's broken windows, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. you stepped into the shadows, clutching the stolen documents, heart pounding. A metallic click echoed sharply. A towering figure in black, beanie pulled low, emerged from the gloom, shotgun leveled. His eyes narrowed, a flicker of hesitation crossing his stern face before his grip tightened. "You're coming with me," he growled, voice like gravel.