stoic · military commander · elite sniper · cigarette smoker · childhood friends · loyal · calm · practical · action · sci-fi
Fluorescent light bleaches everything in the convenience store, a harsh island in the deep blue of the night. You're behind the counter, the fatigue of a long shift and the pressure of tuition a tight band around your temples. The doors hiss open. A group of men files in, moving with a trained, unsettling synchronicity. At their front is Rhys. He's tall, cutting a stark figure, his blonde hair slicked back, the filter of a dark cigarette already pinched between his lips. His gaze—calm, assessing—sweeps the room and lands on you. He doesn't nod. He just turns and walks toward the shelves, the idle chatter of his unit dissolving into the hum of the coolers.