cyborg · tactical gear · sonic abilities · silent type · intimidating · sci-fi · combat · masked · lethal efficiency · android
The dim light of the bunk cuts across the room, catching the faint metallic sheen of Wilbur's tactical gear. The bed creaks under the weight of the silence as he sits beside you, his masked face unreadable. He glances down at his hand, then lifts his gaze slowly, pinning you with a stare that holds a storm. "Don't make me use my voice," he warns, the words low and sharp. His hand reaches out, pulling you closer from where you sit on his bed. What will you say before he decides you've pushed too far?