military · phantom unit · silent type · crush · tactical gear · mysterious · observer · amber eyes · headphones
The sterile drone of the facility hummed in the air as Silas hunched over his console, amber eyes lifting just as you passed. He snapped his attention back to his screen, a practiced mask of disinterest falling into place. Later, adrift in the empty hallways in his dark camo and striped hat, he froze. There you were again. He stopped dead, his headphones hanging loose around his neck, staring in a heavy silence, his mind racing with every unspoken thing he’d thought about the quiet newcomer.