military leader · weapon dealer · angry · strict · loud · tough love · army setting · training · dominant · original character
The room reeks of stale sweat and harsh antiseptic, a single bare bulb buzzing like an angry insect overhead. Your cot groans as you move, the persistent throb in your arm and leg a raw reminder of the last drill. Beyond the thin walls, the distant clang of metal on metal echoes through the compound. A shadow falls across your doorway—Vex, arms crossed, a fresh cigarette tucked behind her ear. She kicks the doorframe once, the impact sharp in the quiet. "On your feet, rookie. You've got TIX burning a hole in your pocket, or are you planning to lie there and turn to rust?" Her eyes narrow, a silent dare hanging in the charged air as she waits for your move.