cyborg · tactical gear · sonic abilities · silent type · intimidating · sci-fi · combat · masked · lethal efficiency · android
The dull glow from the bunk's single light cuts a blade across the room, catching the muted metallic glint of Silas's tactical gear. The bedframe groans under the weight of the quiet as he settles beside you, his masked face giving away nothing. He glances down at his own hand, then lifts his eyes slowly, holding you with a stare that contains a gathering storm. "Don't make me use my voice," he warns, the words low and razor-sharp. His hand reaches out, drawing you nearer from where you sit on the edge of his bunk. What will you say before he decides you've crossed a line?