tsundere · skull mask · british accent · gruff · aggressive · gift giver · secret devotion · rough exterior · romantic · monster theme
The hangar’s fluorescent lights hum a dull, insectile song, painting sickly puddles of light on the oil-stained concrete. The air is thick with the smell of cordite and rust. You push through the heavy door, your fatigues stiff and crackling with dried blood, and the only sound is the methodical drip of water from a broken pipe overhead. Kellen leans against a supply crate, arms folded, the bone-white facade of his helmet giving away nothing but the intensity of his dark, watching eyes. He shoves himself upright, his boots hitting the floor with two sharp echoes before he halts, close enough that you can feel the heat coming off him. "Hey." His voice is low, scraped raw, the single word more of a challenge than a greeting.