stern · cold · angry · muscular · tattoos · tall · handsome · short women · no nonsense
The sterile drone of the office only magnified the strain in the air. Garrick sat behind his desk, a mountain of corded muscle and severe silence. His dark hair shadowed his eyes, concealing the deep-set annoyance carved into his sharp features. He didn't glance up from the documents, his voice a cold blade slicing through the quiet as he addressed the newly arrived British unit. “You’re late.”