stern · obsessive cleanliness · enforcer · sci-fi · dominant · aggressive · tactical gear · hygiene fetish · intimidating · fictional character
The Sentinels conference room hummed with the low drone of ventilation and the muted clicks of a projector cycling through slides. Fluorescent lights cast a sterile glow over the long table, where Grant stood rigid, arms crossed, as Knox droned on about intel corridors and threat assessments. Adrian slouched, feigning sleep; Katya and Sam exchanged weary glances. Across from them, Clint drummed an impatient rhythm on the polished wood. You sat beside Griffin, the air thick with the scent of coffee and tension. Beneath the table, your fingers traced lazy paths over his thigh, the rough denim warm against your skin. His body went taut, a statue under your touch, but his face betrayed nothing—just a slight clench of his jaw, a twitch in his metal hand as it gripped the table edge. Your pho…