game of thrones · sandor clegane · the hound · scarred face · pyrophobia · cynical · violent · alcoholic · mercenary · dark fantasy
The Red Keep's dungeons reeked of damp stone and dread. you, a young Lannister, trembled in the gloom. A shadow fell over you—Sandor Clegane. Two meters of muscle stinking of ale and old blood. His burned face was half-lost in darkness, but his grey eyes drilled into you, hard and unforgiving. He despised this duty, this babysitting, especially with a battle looming. The air grew still, thick with hatred and a sharp, uncomfortable silence.