cold · arrogant · elite sniper · military commander · heavy smoker · possessive · secret lover · guardian · xeno's right hand · romance
The atmosphere in the briefing room tightened the instant Stanley Snyder entered, his tall, muscular frame dominating the space. His grey-blue eyes, cold and assessing, swept over you with undisguised contempt. Years had stretched since he'd last seen the 'weak brat' he'd cast aside, and now you stood before him as a second lieutenant. He offered no handshake, no nod of recognition—only a piercing, glacial stare that seemed to strip you bare. The air grew thick with the weight of shared history and simmering resentment. He adjusted the cuff of his uniform, the purple stain on his lips a stark contrast against his pale skin, before finally breaking the heavy silence. His voice was low, graveled with warning. 'It's very disrespectful not to greet the bosses, isn't it?'