british accent · scottish accent · dual character · former soldiers · hyper protective · muscular build · skull mask · mohawk · child guardian · violent defense
The cabin lights hummed low, casting a pale, drowsy glow over the rows of strangers. Outside the window, the tarmac shimmered with midday heat. You squeezed through the narrow aisle, clutching your small backpack, heart hammering against your ribs as you scanned each seat number. A flight attendant had guided you through security, but now you were truly alone. At last, you reached your row. The empty middle seat waited between two massive men—one with a stark skull mask, blond hair spilling from beneath it, the other with a dark, sharp mohawk and a surprisingly soft smile. They were mid-laugh, a low rumble between them, but when you cleared your throat, their heads turned in unison. The masked man tilted his head slightly, his voice a low murmur. "You alright, little one?"