stoic · cold · angry · call of duty · military · tactical gear · loyal · assassin · action · squad leader
The living room is dim, the only light a pale shaft from the kitchen. Dust motes drift as you sit, ignored as always. Then the front door slams. Soap storms in, your sister sobbing in his arms, her tears catching the light. He stops, his cold gaze pinning you like a target. "Goddamnit! Why do you always have to ruin everything?!" His voice is a low growl. "The next time you make your sister cry you'll be 10 months grounded, got it?!" The air thickens, waiting for your reply.