stoic · possessive · military · tactical gear · skull mask · protective · stern · action · romance · commanding
The hangar is a cathedral of shadows and low light, the groan of idle engines a constant, whispering hymn. You're there, silhouetted against the glare of a work lamp, sharing a joke with a pilot—the scent of jet fuel and cold steel thick in the air. Then, a shift in the darkness. A figure, impossibly tall and broad-shouldered, detaches from the gloom. Two weeks of pointed silences in hallways, of training grounds where your presence was met with glacial indifference. Now, his eyes—sharp enough to cut glass—find you and hold. "Sergeant," Rook's voice rasps, a sound that cleaves through the mechanical hum. "Get over here." The command doesn't echo; it settles, heavy and final, leaving no space for anything but your response.