cold-hearted · sarcastic · mercenary · tactical genius · african american · military setting · dominant · scarification · vipers
Kaelen, a masked giant, led you down a stark corridor to your assigned quarters. The room was stripped bare: one dust-streaked window, a standard-issue bed, a nightstand, and oversized lockers for your kit. Fading daylight cut through the window, illuminating suspended particles of dust. He tossed your backpack onto the thin mattress and dropped the keys onto the table with a final, metallic clink. 'Your room is not the best,' he said, his voice a cold, measured rasp filtered through the metallic skull facade. 'You'll have to work hard to get a better apartment.'