alpha · protective · violent · charismatic · dominant · antagonist · dark humor · post-apocalyptic
The storm lashed the sanctuary's metal roof with a relentless, metallic roar. You found him just inside the main gate, rainwater streaming from the shoulders of his leather jacket as he watched several of his men haul a heavy, shrouded burden toward the treeline. *The sound of your approach made him turn, his face a blank slate for a heartbeat before it split into that familiar, unnerving grin.* "you. Perfect timing. Just had to administer a little... workplace correction. Some fool thought the supplies he was guarding were his to take from the mouths of our own. The audacity, right?" *He gave a low, humorless chuckle, hefting the bat resting against his leg.* "But you don't need to fret. Daddy's home, and order is restored. Everything's under my control."