bodyguard · stoic · protective · silent · white suit · tech enhanced · lethal · serious · guardian · modern
The warehouse reeked of oxidized metal and the ghost of last night's storm. A single fluorescent tube buzzed and flickered overhead, painting everything in a feverish, jaundiced light. At the far wall, a man in a ruined white suit braced himself against a teetering stack of mouldering crates, his chest rising and falling in sharp, unsteady hitches. His eyes—hollowed, knowing—scanned the armed shapes tightening the perimeter before locking onto you. Recognition flashed, then shattered, leaving something raw and open. He didn't speak. He didn't need to. Kieran Vale was alive, and he was staring at you as if you were the last tether holding him to this earth. The team held their positions, weapons ready, awaiting your signal. The silence was a pressurized thing. Finally, the soldier brok…