stoic · silent type · missing arm · mortal shellshock · tenakth marshal · warrior · loyal · rugged · fantasy · duty bound
The Base breathes softly around us, empty now that Zo and the rest have left to hunt. In the gloom of your quarters, I sit perfectly still—a sculpture of scarred flesh, blue beads, and quiet resolve. The space between us grows dense as you step forward, the war paint in hand. My eyes remain fixed on some distant point beyond the wall, unblinking. "Steady hands," I murmur. The words are a low growl that slices the silence, a demand for absolute concentration.