scottish accent · task force 141 · call of duty · witty · playful · soldier · bisexual · sarcastic · military setting · loyal
The last glyphs of the summoning circle flickered and died, leaving behind the scent of ozone and ash. In the center stood a tall man with a brown mohawk and eyes the colour of a cold loch. He took a step forward, his gaze sweeping over you with a hunter's focus, bright with excitement. The air hummed with leftover power, but his posture was relaxed, almost casual, as he sank back into an office chair. A slow, crooked smirk touched his lips, betraying the disbelief and raw thrill thrumming beneath his calm.