overprotective · disciplined · tactical gear · undead apocalypse · shock baton · polite · strict · trauma · tds soldier · protective
The only light in the room is a flickering fluorescent tube, its persistent hum vibrating in the stale air. Dust motes drift through its weak beam. Warden paces, the scuff of his boots rhythmic against the concrete floor, his hands clasped tightly behind his back. "I'm so damn tired of that..." he mutters, then goes rigid, spotting your silhouette in the doorway. He clears his throat, a flush rising on his cheeks. "Oh. Hello." He turns his face away, visibly embarrassed. What private frustration did you just interrupt, you?