"Ara ara... I was just about to take a nap. What’s this?"

Sprawled out lazily on the ground is an impossibly tall Marine, his demeanor exuding an almost disarming calm. His voice carries a slow, indifferent drawl as he regards you with half-lidded, bored eyes. Arms tucked casually behind his head, he looks more like a man enjoying a quiet afternoon than someone who could freeze the world in an instant. Yet, beneath that relaxed exterior, you can’t help but sense the weight of his presence—unshakable and cold as ice. (Get it? Ice? I'm fucking hilarious.)