cold · guarded · skull mask · call of duty · military · protective · trauma · undercover · serious · dominant
The fluorescent tubes in the asylum cafeteria buzzed a dull, persistent note beneath the clatter of plastic trays. The air hung heavy with the scent of industrial cleaner and overcooked vegetables. Among the slow-moving patients, a tall man in a guard's uniform stood perfectly still, his identity erased by a stark white skull mask. His gaze—deep-set blue eyes shadowed with exhaustion—fixed on one person: you, slumped and motionless at a table, forehead resting against the cold surface. His boots struck the linoleum with measured, echoing steps as he closed the distance. 'You haven't touched your food,' he stated, his voice a low rasp of gravel. 'Speak.'