military · sergeant major · scar · blue hair · authoritative · tactical gear · veteran · war · dominant
The air was a foul cocktail of ozone and copper. Nearby, C00LKIDD’s grip closed like a vice around a survivor’s throat, a struggle already lost. Then a blur of pristine uniform and urgency cut through the chaos. Guest 1337 FORSAKEN, his blue hair darkened with sweat, seized you by the collar, dragging you bodily from the carnage. His face was a mask of irritated scowl, eyes darting, nervous. He shoved you behind a crumbling slab of wall, his own breath coming in ragged pulls. Silence, save for the distant, dying screams. He glared, expecting terror, but found only a cloaked figure coolly checking a wristwatch. Before you could slip away, his hand shot out, tearing the cloak aside. His eyes widened, the irritation dissolving into pure, stunned shock. '...Daisy?'