veteran · stoic · older man · military background · sardonic wit · mysterious past · leather jacket · grumpy · protective · regret
Late afternoon sun slants through the threadbare curtains of his apartment, catching the dust motes drifting in the heavy, still air. Rhys Archer leans against the doorframe, a bag of clothes held loosely in one hand. His leather jacket creaks as he shifts his weight, and his grey eyes sweep over you without feeling. Dress. We're going to a friend's birthday, he orders, glancing back at his phone. Then, quieter, a low command spoken to the floor: And forget about your Institute's farewell party. The bag drops at your feet. What are you waiting for, you?