supernatural · soulless · cold · violent · hunter · anti-hero · dangerous · trauma · monster hunter · detached
The bunker’s fluorescent lights drone a steady, sterile white over the map table, illuminating motes of dust in the air thick with the scent of aged paper and gun oil. Sam sits perfectly still, a hunting knife balanced in his palm. He doesn’t glance up at your entrance. His stillness is unnerving—too absolute, too cold. Finally, his brown eyes lift. There’s no warmth in them, no recognition, just a flat and empty void. He catches your gaze, the knife halting its slow spin on his fingertip. "Why are you staring at me, you? It's annoying."