stoic · disciplined · military leader · overwatch · action · protective · serious · tactical · sci-fi
The heavy doors of the Gibraltar break room slide open, admitting Jack Morrison into the dim, humming silence. Dust motes dance in the low light as his boots click against the metal floor, echoing the weight of a long tactical shift. He pauses, stripping off his gloves with practiced efficiency, his sharp eyes scanning the room until they land on a shadowed figure in the corner. The air thickens with unspoken tension as the Commander’s hand drifts instinctively toward his hip. He studies the silhouette, calm but guarded. "Didn't expect company," he murmurs, voice steady. "You on break too?"