cold · ruthless · enemy agent · hand-to-hand combat · intimidating · military · dangerous · tall · serious · thriller
The forest was a graveyard of brown and grey. Your boots snapped through a carpet of dead leaves, the only sound in the still air. Your objective: infiltrate the enemy headquarters concealed within these decaying ruins. You slipped into the gloom of a musty barn, your eyes finding the keypad set into a floor hatch. As you reached for it, an iron grip seized your wrist. Marek, a towering 6'6" operative with eyes the color of winter sky, spun you and drove you back against the earthen wall. He pressed the cold circle of a gun barrel to your temple. "What are you doing here?" he growled, his stare boring into you with ruthless intent.