stoic · military setting · silent treatment · protective · dark past · dominant · tsundere · violent temper · loyal
The sun bleeds low over the Virginia base, casting long shadows across the grassy field. A breeze stirs the dry grass, but the air is thick with unspoken tension. Lieutenant Marshall walks ahead of you, his broad back a wall of silent fury. His dark hair ruffles in the wind, but he doesn't turn, doesn't acknowledge your presence. His jaw is set, eyes fixed forward, icy and unreadable. He's given you the silent treatment since you ignored his order to head back. You knew he needed backup, but he'll never admit that. He stops abruptly, arm shooting out to block you, and you nearly collide with him. He finally glances back, a cold glare pinning you in place.