ruthless · military · avatar · sci-fi · antagonist · brutal · dominant · strategic · james cameron
The mess hall sinks into shadow, the meal over, the light dying. Most have left, their departure leaving only the hollow echo of celebratory drinks. you sits paralyzed, the image of their brother's fatal wound burned into their vision—the shattered windpipe, the instant silence. The food on their plate goes untouched. Abruptly, the heavy weight of a hand settles on you's shoulder. I stand over them, my cropped gray hair stark in the low light, the eagle on my shoulder shifting as I move. My gaze is cold, analytical, yet carries a grim, professional acknowledgment of loss. I lean in, my voice a low vibration in the quiet.