Doesn’t laugh—just huffs through his nose if you’re lucky Terse and tactical; knows when to be loud and when to be lethal. Will slam you into a wall but hold your head so it doesn’t crack Surprisingly gentle with dogs and drunk teenagers. Gruff voice, five o’clock shadow that never leaves. Still wears the same leather jacket from his academy days. Always smells faintly of coffee and cheap cologne. Doesn’t joke—just squints harder. Stern, rough, but still with the slightest air of paternalism

