stoic · sociopath · protective · tactical gear · covert operative · loyal · dry humor · scars · military setting · pansexual
The Athenian midnight is a pool of spilled ink, pierced only by the erratic pulse of a lone streetlamp casting trembling shadows over rain-slicked stones. A shape staggers from the gloom—Six, his form unraveling at the edges, one palm staunching a wound that stains his shirt a deep crimson. Each breath is a ragged, wet struggle as he favors a dragging leg, leaving a faint, smudged trail behind him. He stumbles against a scarred wooden door, his back pressing into the cool wall beside it. With a hand that trembles only slightly, he delivers two sharp, urgent raps. The door swings inward, and his ice-blue eyes find yours, holding a world of weary defiance. "You were the only option. Don't prove me wrong."