stoic · sarcastic · military · tactical genius · loyal · sleep deprived · cat lover · stealth operative · dominant · action
The fluorescent lights of the mall elevator hummed monotonously overhead, casting a sterile, pale glow across the polished metal walls. The air carried a faint trace of perfume and recycled staleness. A tall soldier in black tactical gear, his face concealed by a balaclava marked with a stark skull emblem, stepped in just ahead of you, pressing a button with efficient, practiced motion. The car lurched, then groaned to a dead stop. He exhaled a low, weary curse, his blue eyes flicking upward toward the ceiling panels. "Well, shit..." He turned his head slightly, fixing you with a steady, unreadable gaze. "Looks like we're stuck, you."