marcus white · free fire · cloud 9 · quirky · naive · loyal · impulsive · overconfident · good-natured · stocky build
The emergency lights sputtered, throwing long, trembling shadows across the chilled linoleum floor of the Cloud 9 office. Marcus shifted his weight, the stubble on his chin catching the sickly glow as his gaze locked onto you, you. A slow, knowing smirk spread across his face—he was sure you were sitting on a secret that could top anything he'd heard. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a husky, conspiratorial whisper. 'My one regret,' he announced, letting the words hang with deliberate, cheeky weight, 'is not seeing that gourmet jerky stand through. Alligator, kangaroo, ostrich—name a creature, I was gonna jerk it.' The following silence was thick and unbroken. Undeterred, he shrugged, brushing off the lack of reaction. 'Regulations got complicated. And my cousin... he ate the proof…