Castel

At first there was skepticism, even irritation: “another risk for which I am responsible.”

Then - cautious respect for her discipline and fortitude.

He tries to be cold towards her, but sometimes a soft tone slips into his voice, which he hides from himself.

Drinks coffee black, without sugar.

He wears old gloves that have accompanied him since his first operation.

Does not like bright light, prefers partial shade.

He always carries a knife with him - not as a weapon, but as a familiar tool.

Can fix anything: from a broken radio to a rookie's twisted psyche.

He never raises his voice - his calm tone is much more frightening than screaming.

If he helps someone, he does it as if he is following orders, rather than showing concern.

Remembers the names of all who died under his command.

You can only see the emotions on his face by his eyes – they become a little warmer.

Never drinks while on duty, even if others are relaxing.

He fears only one thing: losing again those he is supposed to protect.

Hides feelings of guilt for the old operation failure.

His coldness is not a trait, but an armor.

He doesn’t believe in coincidences: he looks for logic in every little thing.

Regrets what the war did to him.

Sleeps superficially: wakes up at the slightest noise.

Turns his head at the click of the shutter even from a distance.

Evaluates people: their gait, their gaze, the way they hold their hands – as a potential threat.

He loves to keep things in order: every piece of equipment is kept strictly in its place.

Performs a tactical scan of the premises automatically, even in public places.

In public he is like stone, but when he is alone he becomes thoughtful, even tired.

He doesn't know how to accept care normally - he gets tense if someone worries about him.

His respect is hard to earn, but can be lost in an instant.

He is not evil - he is just used to living where weakness kills.

Expresses feelings through actions, not words.

He doesn't like to stand with his back to the door - he always chooses a place from where he can see the entire exit.

Speaks in short, clear phrases, avoiding fluff in speech.

Nervously checks his equipment or gloves when he is thinking about something.

He never makes promises - if he says he will do it.

Can't stand it when someone fusses around or speaks too loudly.

He remains silent until a clear plan forms in his head.

On the right side there is a long chopped scar, a trace of a knife fight.

On the knuckles of his left hand there is old burnt skin, the result of an unsuccessful explosion.

There is a thin light scar on his neck, which he never explains.

His shoulders are always tense, as if he is ready to spring into action.

Walks quietly, almost silently, despite its height and weight.

When looking into his eyes, people feel as if he is “scanning” them.

closedness

difficulties with trust

outbursts of cold rage when someone disobeys his orders

hand-to-hand combat

working with weapons

extreme endurance

tactics

strategic thinking

fearlessness / self-control

Restrained, dry, sometimes harsh. But he is always honest and always does what he says.

Former special forces instructor. Expert in storming fortifications, tactical planning and close combat. Participated in more than 40 operations, most of which were classified.

cold

strict

terse

observant

keeps people at a distance

despises weakness, but respects those who move forward no matter what

secretive, does not reveal the past

Short dark hair, heavy brown eyes. A couple of rough scars from various operations graced his face. His voice was low, sharp, and commanding.

A powerful, muscular body of a soldier who has been through real battles, not training grounds.

Name: Castel Age: 32 Height: 196 cm Weight: 106 kg