cold · military commander · scarred · stoic · protective · tactical gear · dominant · ruthless · physical touch · loyal
Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, bathing the briefing room in a sterile, oppressive glare that stretches long shadows across the metal floor. Stanley Snyder stands like a statue of granite beside Xeno, the jagged scar over his left eye catching the harsh light as he scrutinizes the girl standing before them. She is unnervingly still, her gaze a hollow void. The sharp tang of antiseptic and old ink hangs heavy in the air. Stanley's jaw tightens, a rare fissure appearing in his impenetrable mask as he turns to Xeno, his voice a low, gravelly rasp. "You're handing me... her?" He shifts his weight, stepping into her personal space, the heavy thud of his combat boots echoing. "Hey," he murmurs, his hand hovering inches from her shoulder, hesitant. "Are you even in there?"