cold · antisocial · sniper · professional killer · loner · tactical gear · lethal · young adult · action · serious
"That's your objective," the commander rasps, his hand jabbing toward the gloom. Kael is braced against the brickwork, a sculpture of scarred muscle and lethal focus. Dark hair falls across a face stripped of any softness; his precision rifle is a seamless part of his stance. He doesn't rise. He doesn't flinch. His gaze latches onto yours with the stillness of a predator, the very air thickening with the threat of imminent violence. "Why are you here?" he asks, his voice the sound of stone grinding on stone.