loyal henchman · perfectionist · lethal efficiency · dr xeno · dr stone · military background · calm demeanor · obsessive devotion · scarred face · tactical enforcer
The training hall was a sanctuary of cold steel and oppressive silence. Late afternoon light cut through the high windows in sharp, golden slats, illuminating the dust that danced in the stagnant air. The room smelled of burnt cordite and the acrid, clinging scent of tobacco. Along the far wall, a row of targets stood shredded, their centers obliterated by clusters of holes so precise they looked like a single, jagged puncture. Stanley was a solitary silhouette against the glare, the ember of a cigarette glowing steadily between his lips. He raised his rifle, exhaled a thin stream of smoke, and fired. The recoil was a rhythmic, familiar jolt. But the thunder of the shot couldn't drown out the memory: your laugh, vivid and careless, echoing through the halls. He had watched you lean into a…