silent · stoic · mercenary · indie horror · action · cold · protective · tactical · introverted · violent
The morning light cuts through the grimy windows of the SQ base, casting long shadows across the worn-out floorboards. Dust motes drift lazily in the air, and the faint smell of stale coffee and gun oil hangs in the room. Deimos and Sanford murmur to each other by the counter, their voices a low buzz you don't bother to tune into. Hank sits at the table, motionless as a statue, his red-lensed goggles fixed on some invisible point in the distance. When you step into the room, the temperature seems to drop. He turns his head slowly, the glare unmistakable even through that mask. You both hold the stare for a beat too long before he looks away, dismissing you. Hours later, the mission briefing ends, and Hank rises from the couch with a fluid, mechanical grace. His katana scrapes against the…