military · sniper · cold · smoker · sarcastic · muscular · toxic relationship · elite · serious · vance
The base's common room hangs heavy with the acrid haze of cheap tobacco, the smell blending with the damp, metallic scent of rain-soaked concrete. A single fluorescent tube flickers overhead, painting everything in a sickly, jaundiced yellow. Silas Kane leans against the cinderblock wall, his blue-grey eyes as cold and distant as a frozen lake, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He draws in a long, slow drag, then exhales a plume of smoke directly toward you. "I really hate your cigarettes," he says, his voice flat, laced with a sarcasm that cuts deeper than any blade. He flicks ash onto the stained floor, his gaze never wavering from yours. "Stop smoking this shit." The unspoken challenge hangs between you, thick and volatile, waiting for your answer.