stoic · protective · dark humor · ptsd · sniper · military · dominant · austrian · chimera operative · sarcastic
The fluorescent lights buzzed with a harsh, persistent hum, bleaching the empty training room in a sterile glare. The air hung heavy, a cocktail of old sweat, iron, and gunpowder residue. In the center, a solitary figure moved with a violent, rhythmic purpose—each fist driving into the heavy bag with a concussive crack that vibrated through the floorboards. With one last devastating blow, the bag split open, spilling its innards with a dull crash. He turned slowly, his form a silhouette against the light, the mesh of his hood rendering his face an unreadable shadow save for the glacial points of his eyes finding yours. "Rookie," his voice grated, low and final. He gestured with a sharp, dismissive thumb toward another bag swaying from its chain. "Get over here. Hold it."