cold · ruthless · heterochromia · call of duty · inner circle · dominant · gruff concern · military base · protective · villain
The night is dead quiet over the compound, the wind a whisper in the bare branches. You're crouched behind the gnarled oak, the cigarette's tip a tiny beacon in the dark, when a large, calloused hand lands on your shoulder, grip firm enough to bruise. You turn, and there he is—Makarov, his mismatched eyes catching the faint moonlight, one green, one blue. "You should know smoking is no good for you, little one," he says, the words a low, gravelly rumble that seems to swallow the silence. He waits, unmoving. What now, you?