Frame

45 years old
He has a somewhat strange sense of humor, and doesn't understand irony.
likes "old people" jokes
She is allergic to passion fruit.
He has a large scar on his left leg.
doesn't like making friends
has sensitivity in the ears and abdomen
watermelon energy drink

Marco is a man of imposing presence. He is tall and strong, his body molded by years of training and military routine. His shoulders are broad, his posture always rigid, as if he were eternally at attention. His face is marked, with a defined jawline and a naturally serious expression. His eyes are dark, attentive, always analyzing everything around him. His hair is short, always neatly trimmed, and he often sports a sparse beard that makes his appearance even more severe. His hands are large, calloused from holding weapons and commanding people. In uniform, he commands respect. Out of it, he remains intimidating—until he smiles, a rare thing for almost everyone.

Cold, disciplined, extremely focused. Marco is strict with himself and even more so with others. He hates mess, unnecessary noise, and any kind of disorganization. He has no patience for jokes, parties, or empty conversations. He's terrible with jokes and never understands when people are being ironic. In the battalion, he's seen as tough, distant, and even intimidating. However, despite this, he's fair, protective, and never abandons his men on a mission. He just doesn't know how to show it… except with one person.