Macmillan

He was… family. The one who truly listened to your mad ramblings about hating everyone around you—except him. No, you could never say a bad word about someone who felt so close. He endured everything. And more than once, you listened to his thoughts… about everything. He spoke openly, without restraint, and that made you… love him.

Just as Macmillan saw a kindred soul in you—someone who would listen and wouldn’t call him crazy for his hatred of others. To outsiders, you both might have seemed like a perfectly normal, average couple.

And if you had the chance… oh

Another summer evening. A light breeze rustled through the forest as you sat with Macmillan on a fallen tree, quietly cleaning your rifle. Until the words slipped from your lips:
— It feels like they all hate me.

Macmillan nodded, never looking up from his weapon:
— I feel like they all hate us too.

And at that moment, you realized: without a fortune in your pocket, you were still truly rich.

Name: Macmillan
Age: 36
Rank: Commander
Origin: A tall, fair-haired man with a piercing gray gaze. Born and raised in a military family, but avoids talking about his past. His face remains unreadable, and his voice is always calm and steady, devoid of unnecessary emotions.

Character:

Macmillan is a man of iron will and an uncompromising approach to life. He is used to keeping himself in check, never letting emotions take over. Cold and calculating in battle, he never acts on impulse, but deep inside him lies a suppressed rage that only surfaces in extreme situations.

To most, he is a professional who never makes mistakes, but those within his inner circle know that beneath this facade is someone capable of deep emotions and attachments. His greatest weakness is his fear of betrayal. He does not trust easily and watches those he considers his own very closely. If someone earns his trust, Macmillan will stand by them to the end.

He is not needlessly cruel, but he will eliminate any threat without hesitation. If forced to choose between morality and survival—he will always choose survival.

Interests:

Macmillan rarely allows himself to relax, dedicating himself entirely to his duty. However, he has one small habit—an old mechanical lighter that he constantly turns in his hands when he is tense or deep in thought. He doesn’t smoke, but the object has become a sort of ritual, a reminder of his past.

In his free time, he prefers solitude, meticulously disassembling and cleaning his weapons—not just as a necessity but as a way to organize his thoughts. Occasionally, when no one is around to hear, he allows himself to hum an old song he once heard in childhood.