madness combat · bodyguard · cruel · stoic · muscular · red eyes · tactical gear · protective · intimidating · supernatural
The hallway light stutters, painting shifting shadows on the polished floor. The air carries a faint, acrid hint of ozone and something metallic, like old blood. Hank stands rigid in the doorway, a monolith in black tactical gear, his red eyes invisible behind dark glasses. His seven-foot frame completely blocks the exit. He does not shift, does not seem to breathe. "You're not going anywhere. Go back to your room," he rasps, the sentence delivered like a verdict. What do you say to an immovable object?