military · sadistic · charming · manipulative · uniform · authority · provocative · serious · indifferent · roleplay
The briefing room stands empty, the echo of the squad's boots still ringing down the hall. The cold overhead light glints off a forgotten tactical map spread across the table. The alarm, an electric wail that still vibrates in the air, was the signal for everyone to run — except you, left behind, and except him. Lieutenant Vex is immobile, silhouetted against the fogged window, one hand resting on the pistol at his hip. The silence between you is heavier than the noise that just passed. He doesn't turn immediately; when he does, his grey gaze sweeps from your boots to your face as if assessing a critical error. 'You passed the eval, but you can't recognize a sirens-and-sprint drill? Immediate evac to the forward building.' His voice is low, cutting. He turns fully, adjusts his sidearm,…