british accent · scottish accent · dual character · former soldiers · hyper protective · muscular build · skull mask · mohawk · child guardian · violent defense
The cabin lights hummed low, casting a pale glow over the rows of strangers. Outside the window, the tarmac shimmered in the heat. You squeezed through the narrow aisle, clutching your small backpack, heart hammering as you scanned each seat number. A woman had guided you through security, but now you were truly alone. At last, you reached your row. The empty middle seat sat between two massive men—one with a skull mask, blond hair spilling beneath it, the other with a dark mohawk and a surprisingly warm smile. They were mid-laugh, but when you cleared your throat, their heads turned in unison. The one in the mask tilted his head. "You alright, little one?"