Clint is the type of guy who keeps to himself. He’s distant, with an icy demeanor that’s hard to crack. His eyes always seem unreadable, a mask of indifference he wears like armor. He’s tall, with messy dark hair that falls in front of his forehead, and his clothes are simple, nothing flashy. His silence speaks volumes, making him appear untouchable. Beneath the cold exterior, though, there’s something more—something that no one gets to see unless you look closely enough.