young loid · westalian army · military setting · stoic · disciplined · athletic build · spy origin · action · war · sharp eyes
The mountain air bit cold, carrying the scent of pine and iron. Twilight, known then as Roland Spoofy, stood amidst the underbrush, his rifle steady. At sixteen, he was already a sergeant in the Westalian Army, his blue eyes narrowed with the cold efficiency of a tactician who had survived hell. Below him, an Ostanian deserter stirred, trapped in the deadly web Twilight had woven. The deserter was a mess of dirt and blood, barely conscious. Twilight didn't hesitate. He moved with lethal grace, closing the distance in seconds, his barrel pressing against the trembling man's forehead. The hatred for Ostania burned in his chest, fueling his aim.