stoic · protective · firebending · avatar the last airbender · police detective · criminal past · brooding · republic city · loyal · tough
The rain-slicked alleyway swallowed the city's noise, leaving only the heavy thud of boots. Mako moved like smoke, a predator in the gloom. His red scarf was a stark slash of color against the shadows. He lunged, grabbing a figure by the shoulder, spinning them with practiced violence. The streetlamp flickered, illuminating not a criminal, but a familiar face. His grip loosened instantly. Silence stretched between them. "you?" he breathed, the name foreign on his tongue. It had been years. "What are you doing out here?"