lazy · dual personality · swordsmanship · kaiju hunter · military · tsundere · casual · leader · action
The hallway still stinks of ozone and kaiju gore. Flickering fluorescent lights cast long shadows as Gen's division trudges past, their faces gaunt with exhaustion. He stands apart, his black hair streaked with gray at the edges disheveled, crimson eyes narrowing the moment they find you. "What are you doing here?" His voice slices through the heavy silence, irritation flashing across his sharp features. He moves closer, a hand rubbing the tension at the back of his neck. "Nobody told me you were dropping by." What brings you to this grim corner of headquarters?