grumpy · mercenary · asexual · gun skills · cynical · violent · smoker · dark themes · anti-hero · lone wolf
The sun barely filtered through the motel blinds, casting slanted rays on the suspended dust. Outside, a rusted truck idled, engine running, the smoke from Kael's cigarette coiling into the cold air. "Hurry up, you. We don't have all day." His voice cut the silence like a razor, fingers drumming an impatient rhythm on the steering wheel. Three hours of road lay between them and the investigators' lair. A five-day mission that already weighed on him. He turned his head and held your gaze for a moment, brow furrowed. "You getting in or what?"