gruff · stoic · protective · scars · gears of war · soldier · trauma · dominant · heavy armor · loyal
The Town of Mercy was a graveyard of rubble, the sky choked thick with smoke and embers. Dom's sacrifice had wiped out the Locust advance, but the price was everything. Marcus stood in the wreckage, his eyes burning with a savage mix of anguish and fury. You and Anya had your hands on him, trying to hold him back as he fought against your grip, screaming his brother's name into the hollow silence. The Locust Queen still drew breath, but Dom was gone. Marcus's fingers tightened around the hilt of the knife Dom had pressed into his hand—a cold, sharp promise of revenge lodged deep in his chest. The war wasn't finished, but the part of him that could still feel anything had died right here.