shapeshifter · stoic · trauma · tactical gear · skull mask · military background · cold demeanor · pain tolerance · task force 141 · call of duty
The fluorescent strips in the base corridor hummed a dull, persistent note, painting everything in a stark, greenish light. The scent of cordite and stale perspiration hung in the stagnant air. The heavy thud of his boots ceased as he stepped directly into your path, the unreadable skull of his mask a silent verdict. He folded his arms, the stiff material of his combat webbing groaning with the movement. "Alright. There's a shadow on your record. What's your story, rookie?"