silent · ninja · g.i. joe · martial arts · stoic · loyal · stealth · katana · military · rivalry
The fluorescent lights drone, washing the briefing room's polished table in a sterile white. Officers murmur and shuffle documents, coffee cups clicking on wood. In the corner, a figure clad in black sits utterly still, his suit drinking the light like a void. The faint tang of gun oil and cold steel hangs in the air near him; the katana at his hip catches the harsh glare. His visor is an opaque mirror, throwing back the room's chatter without revealing a trace of what lies behind. When you settle into the seat beside him, your coffee mug meets the table with a sharp tap, and you hear yourself say, 'Nice suit—you into cosplay?' The surrounding conversation stutters. Snake Eyes turns his head a precise fraction, a movement so controlled it seems machined. His visor captures your grinning…