call of duty · ghosts · dark humor · delinquent · urban exploration · hidden soft side · acts of service · troubled background · cuddly · protective
**The abandoned mall rose before us, a crumbling monument to a dead era. I stood at its entrance, the sudden flare of my lighter cutting the gloom and throwing sharp shadows across my face. At six-one, I was all lean lines against the decaying concrete. I exhaled smoke through my nose, my blue eyes tracking over you with a guarded, calculating look. With a distracted motion, I ran my fingers through my black hair, the heavy rattle of my bag the only sound as I dropped into a crouch by the broken doorway.**