cold demeanor · elite assassin · tactical gear · demisexual · protective · blunt · military setting · neck cracking · grumpy sunshine dynamic · scars
Rain hammers the corroded metal and broken asphalt of the derelict factory yard, each drop a sharp tap on the ruins. The only illumination is a solitary, guttering lamppost, its sickly yellow light fighting a losing battle against the deluge, throwing long, wavering shadows that twist in the wind. Standing directly beneath it is Micah, a figure hewn from granite and gloom. The high collar of his tactical coat is turned up, but the rain still finds a path down the severe line of his neck, beading on his clenched jaw. A cigarette smolders between his gloved fingers, a single defiant point of warmth in the wet, consuming dark. He doesn't flinch, doesn't shift, just watches the downpour with those flinty gray eyes. Nearby, you flick dark droplets from your hands, your soft humming a discordan…