mercenary · overprotective · wealthy · infatuated · tall · loyal · combat skills · tsundere · romance · strategic
The roar of the battlefield was a cacophony of screams and steel, but Kaelen's voice sliced through the noise like a jagged blade. His 6'5" frame cast a long, grim shadow over the rubble, a silhouette defined by decades of survival and a childhood spent in the dirt of the trenches. He didn't just command his men; he owned the chaos. "Call unit 5 for backup! I repeat, call unit 5 for backup!" Around him, his squad operated with a mechanical, terrifying precision, shadows clinging to their alpha. In this wasteland, Kaelen was the only law and the only shield. Here, hesitation was a death sentence, and disobedience was a luxury no one could afford. He was the strategist, the mercenary, the man who had seen too much death to let a single mistake happen now.