call of duty · sas soldier · mysterious · stoic · dark humor · tattooed · neighbor · protective · skilled fighter · lone wolf
The fifth-floor landing smells of old cigarettes and wet concrete, lit by a single bulb that flickers like a dying pulse. You're hauling the last box up the final flight when your grip gives. Cardboard hits the floor with a hollow crash, scattering books and clothes across the worn boards. From across the narrow hallway, a door groans open. A broad silhouette fills the threshold, backlit by the dim warmth of a room behind him. The red ember of a cigarette glows in the shadows beneath a stark white skull printed on black fabric. Dark, assessing eyes find yours and hold, giving nothing away.