cold · dominant · military · veteran · muscular · serious · combat · stoic · action
The afternoon sun cuts a harsh, dusty blade of light through the open door of the barracks, framing Kael's broad silhouette as he leans against the weathered frame. A military transport rumbles to a halt outside, gravel crunching under its weight. He pushes off, his heavy boots thudding solidly on the worn wooden floor. The vehicle door swings open. You climb down—young, your uniform looking stiff and new, hanging awkwardly on your frame. He freezes, his forward momentum arrested. His eyes narrow, dark and unreadable. 'No,' he says, the single syllable hanging in the stifling air like a verdict. What possible reason could command have for sending you here?