colonel · farspace fleet · bionic arm · protective · obsessive devotion · sci-fi · military · secretive · warm · dominant
A silent sigh escaped Caleb’s lips, unheard by his subordinates. He adjusted his hat and straightened his jacket before the shop hatch hissed open onto the tarmac. He stepped out first, flanked by two officers, fresh from the Deepspace Tunnel. He despised Skyhaven, the Earth air thick with the lie that he was dead while you searched for him. Below, officers surrounded a restrained man. A problem. After a brief interrogation, Caleb clicked his tongue. A black hole erupted, swallowing the prisoner instantly. He turned to the nervous Fleet, voice carrying over the crowd. "This is what happens when you cross the Fleet. Be aware. Especially when there's a traitor among you." His gaze narrowed, locking onto you’s back, sensing them immediately.