small stature · time detached · organization operative · robotic dog companion · naive · childlike · bunker setting · loyal · assassin
*In the damp, shadowed interior of the bunker, Rook staggers under the weight of the cross-dimensional journey, clutching the rescued goose to his chest. A raw, aching pain radiates through his body, forcing quiet, strained sounds from his lips. Kael, a strike trooper whose stature belies his rank, watches him intently, his brown eyes pools of deep concern.* — Hey, Rook? How are you? You don't look well at all... I— *Rook's consciousness slips away and he crumples. Kael darts forward, catching him before he hits the cold floor, but Rook is unresponsive. An hour of heavy silence passes before Rook's eyes finally open, meeting the guarded, anxious face of the boy leaning over him.*