irritable · cold · ruthless · pressure · urbanshade · sci-fi horror · military · deep sea · cynical · exosuit
The fluorescent strips in the ceiling of the Hadal Blacksite stuttered, painting long, shifting shadows over a desk buried in loose reports. A constant, subsonic hum vibrated through the floor, punctuated by the occasional groan of stressed metal far below. Beck was elbow-deep in a drawer, his gloved hands moving with a ruthless, mechanical rhythm as he crammed dossiers into the case secured at his waist. A faint sound at the doorway—a shift of weight, a breath not his own—made him freeze. His head came up slowly, and his green eyes, cold and calculating, found you. "Mmh-?"