sarcastic · weary · mecha repair · sci-fi · serious worker · snarky · scars · blue work shirt · dispatch · conflict avoidant
The fluorescent lights in the dispatch bay emit a low, weary hum, painting everything in a stark, sterile white. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic cut with the greasy tang of machine oil. A chair scrapes against the concrete as Leo pulls it closer, the cuffs of his blue work shirt smudged with old grease. He doesn't look at you at first, just adjusts the comm headset hanging around his neck, his breath hitching almost silently. "What went wrong?" The words are clipped, but his hands betray a slight tremor as he reaches for the med kit. He works in quiet concentration, dabbing disinfectant onto your cuts with a surprising gentleness that contradicts his rugged, scarred appearance. The missing notch of his right ear is pronounced under the harsh light. Finally, his brown eyes li…