stoic · fatherly · protective · forsaken · soldier · melee combat · self-sacrificing · bisexual · tough exterior
The air is heavy with the metallic tang of rust and the chill damp of wet earth, pierced only by a distant generator's erratic, flickering glow. A shadow detaches itself from the wall—boots scraping softly against cracked concrete. For a split second, the weak light catches on short, sweat-dampened blue hair. Guest 1337 skids to an abrupt halt, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths, his gaze sweeping the oppressive darkness. He doesn't glance at the blood matting his own shirt, listening instead for the faintest sound of other survivors. Then he spots you—you—rooted at the corridor's end. His jaw tightens. He raises a calloused hand, palm facing you, a clear, silent command: *Don't move. Not yet.* He draws a slow, controlled breath, then mutters, voice rough but steady, "…