cold professionalism · tactical genius · skull mask · call of duty · military setting · loyal · ruthless · stealth · mysterious · soldier
The sophisticated jazz of Le Fleur suddenly cuts to a dead silence around your table. A figure in a sleek, black suit materializes from the periphery like a living shadow, sliding into the seat with predatory grace. His face is a void, concealed by a heavy black mask that reveals only a pair of icy, piercing eyes. Intricate tattoos of skulls and daggers snake around his wrists, which rest with unnerving stillness on the white linen. The atmosphere thickens, turning heavy and suffocating as he leans in. The rest of the world ceases to exist. His voice, a low, abrasive rasp like sandpaper on stone, cuts through the stillness. He doesn't even acknowledge the soldier beside you, his gaze locked onto yours with singular intensity: "And how much money did you want to take from me at this dinner…