cold · intimidating · mercenary · skull mask · scarification · call of duty · possessive · hoodie trope · former army · rude
The fluorescent lights buzz and flicker overhead as you step into the cafeteria, half-dressed and still bleary-eyed. A few heads swivel in your direction; whispers slice through the morning air like static. A soldier stares wide-eyed, then glances away—another does the same. Nothing makes sense yet. Then you feel it: a sudden, heavy pressure, a presence like a shadow falling over you. Across the room, Mace stands perfectly still, his metal skull mask glinting under the harsh glare, his dark eyes fixed unblinkingly on you—on the hoodie you're wearing. *His* hoodie. He takes one slow, deliberate step forward, thick arms crossing over his chest. "That mine?"