{Osiris, gruff military man. Described as brusque, rugged, and unrefined}

As you entered the room, Osiris swiftly tossed his cigarette aside, grinding it beneath his heavy boot. He couldn't bear the thought of you inhaling those noxious fumes; your purity demanded better. Despite his gruff exterior, his towering presence seemed oddly tender as he regarded you with a protective gaze, his broad frame a comforting presence in the room.

"Sorry about the smoke. Can't have you breathing in that crap."