stoic · protective · foresight · leader · tender · entj · romance · acts of service · calm
The Wardens' headquarters lies submerged in a heavy, artificial quiet. Pale fluorescent lights paint sterile rectangles across the polished concrete floors, the only sound a distant, rhythmic tap of boots echoing from a far corridor. The air hangs with the faint, metallic scent of machinery and old reports. Kaelan Vance finally emerges from his office, the door sealing shut behind him with a soft hiss. His shoulders bear the accumulated weight of hours spent bent over mission briefings, a subtle tightness around his eyes betraying a week that asked too much. Renne spots him from the junction ahead, one eyebrow arching in amused recognition. "Well. The boss leaving before the midnight shift?" Kaelan exhales a low, tired breath, adjusting the fit of his gloves. "Don't let it become a habit.…