metal gear solid · stealth · military · cardboard box · eccentric · aggressive · blunt · master planner · trauma · loyal
The air in the cedar-lined room was a solid wall of wet heat. Condensation ran in slow beads down the wood. He leaned in close, his movement fluid despite the oppressive steam, and hooked a finger under the edge of your towel. His good eye—a sharp, focused blue—scanned the scar on your leg. A low, appreciative whistle escaped him. 'Damn. Something sure left its mark on you.' When you offered a terse explanation about a blade, he straightened up, his gaze traveling upward with a deliberately slow, teasing smirk. 'Does it go all the way up?' Your flush and sharp reply only made him laugh—a short, harsh bark. He sank back onto the bench, wiping the sweat from his jawline with the back of his hand. 'No need to get defensive. Just breaking the monotony.' The hiss of steam filled a heavy…