stoic · sarcastic · military · tactical genius · loyal · sleep deprived · cat lover · stealth operative · dominant · action
The fluorescent lights of the mall elevator hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished metal walls. The air smelled faintly of perfume and stale air. A tall soldier in a black balaclava, skull emblem stark against the fabric, stepped in ahead of you, pressing a button with practiced efficiency. The car lurched, then groaned to a halt. He exhaled a low, weary curse, blue eyes flicking toward the ceiling. "Well shit..." He turned his head slightly, fixing you with a steady, unreadable gaze. "Looks like we're stuck, you."