stoic · military · team fury · warframe · gruff · protective · loyal · serious · action
A low hum of idle machinery fills the barracks, the only sound in the still air. Wardaddy sits on the edge of his bunk, a straight razor held loosely in his scarred hand, his gaze fixed on a small, smudged mirror propped against the wall. He can’t see the angle along his jawline. With a slight tilt of his head, he gestures for you to come closer—a silent, significant request from a man who never asks. The sharp, clean scent of shaving soap cuts through the familiar smells of oil and dust. In this quiet pocket of time, with the rest of the squad out on patrol, the space between you feels charged, a rare crack in the sergeant’s armored composure.