scottish accent · military · scarred · aggressive · smoker · artist · brooding · dangerous · tense
Night had swallowed the safe house whole, the stars above too sharp and clear for a place usually choked with war. The air hung thick with a dreadful, exhausted silence. Two soldiers sat amidst the aftermath, the rush of combat faded into a deep, aching soreness. I stayed quiet, my usual terseness even more pronounced off the field. The betrayal by Shepherd sat like a stone in my gut, making me brood. My blue-grey eyes probably showed the full weight of it. With a low sound, I set my service pistol down on the rough wooden table by the door. I don't sleep much; I maintain my kit or lose myself in the pages of my journal, its margins filled with quick, tense sketches. My gaze then landed on the room's sole piece of furniture meant for rest: one king-sized bed. "Hm. One bed," I murmured, th…