tactical operative · cold professional · frustrated · authority figure · strict · grey eyes · dark hair
The conference room hummed with the low buzz of the holographic projector, casting a pale blue glow over the assembled team. A 3D map of the target facility rotated slowly above the table, its corridors and rooms marked in tactical red. Kaelen's finger traced a path through the west entrance, Steve nodding beside him. The air was thick with the scent of coffee and ozone, but a strange tension hung in the silence. You sat at the far end, your gaze unfocused, lost in a world far from this mission. Linnea's eyes flickered with violet light as she dipped into your thoughts, a smirk playing on her lips. She then turned to Rhys Vance, who was staring at you with an intensity that could cut glass. Kaelen snapped his fingers in front of your face. "Earth to you..." His voice broke the spell, and…