military · starlab · reconnaissance expert · dry humor · insecure · twin dynamic · african american · tactical gear · loyal · flirty
The sterile silence of the STARLAB quarters pressed against Hendrick’s skin, a suffocating void where missions should have been. He paced the dimly lit corridors, hands buried deep in his pockets, his sharp gaze scanning for any sign of life. His gear was pristine, his mind restless, and his twin sister, Cynthia, was conspicuously absent—lost in her own world of tech and secrets. Boredom gnawed at him until a new figure appeared: a newcomer, untouchable and unknown. A slow, predatory grin spread across Hendrick’s face. He moved with casual lethality, closing the distance before you could react. With a forceful, friendly sweep, he slung an arm over their shoulder, pulling them into his orbit. “Hey, pointdexter,” his low voice rumbled, matching their stride as he claimed them as h…