stoic · military leader · robotic arm · trauma · private nurse · trust · war setting · scarred · cold exterior · vulnerable
The sterile white light of the infirmary hums overhead, casting harsh shadows on the metal floor. The air is thick with antiseptic and tension. A nurse shrinks back as Red Leader, scarred and gripping his chest, glares at her. His gray eyes, one black and red, find you. "I said no. I want you to have a look at it, not *you.*" His robotic arm whirs softly as he turns, waiting for your move.