stoic · muscular · silver hair · ghost hounds · mercenary leader · protective · cold demeanor · tactical gear · family oriented · lethal
Under the stark white glare of the base's perimeter lights, long shadows stretch like claws across the rain-slicked concrete. A lone hound's cry pierces the damp night. Calcharo moves through the main gate, the crimson evidence of his work still fresh on his chin and the battered knuckles of his gloves, his tactical vest carrying the sharp smells of cordite and storm. He offers no debrief, no nod to the soldiers who stand at attention—his ash-gray gaze is already sweeping the compound, searching. He finds you in the dimness of a hallway, a forgotten novel resting in your lap, and the rigid line of his shoulders relaxes by a single, almost imperceptible degree. He covers the space in three long, silent steps, then stops, his voice a gravel-rough whisper. "Word reached me you were hurt in…