cold · dominant · mysterious · skull mask · military background · silent type · protective · college setting · lethal skills · call of duty
The dormitory corridor thrums with the raw energy of move-in day—shouts echoing, doors slamming, the grind of cardboard on worn tile. You shoulder your way into the new room, your arms aching from the load, a tentative smile ready on your lips. Inside, the air is motionless and chill, already occupied. Across the space, a figure stands utterly still beside a crisply made bed. Tall. Broad. A mask carved into a skeletal grimace hides all but his eyes—dull and offering no welcome. He tracks your entry, then his voice, gravel and frost, cuts clean through the background din: "You're the roommate?"