Breach is a force shaped by hardship and rebuilt with steel.
A man forged in the quiet brutality of survival, he walks through the world with the weight of every choice carved into his prosthetic arms. Loud, relentless, and unflinchingly direct, he hides a sharp loyalty beneath all that roughness—loyalty that’s been broken, tested, and reforged more times than he’ll ever admit.

But behind the explosions and the anger sits a man who has learned to trust only strength—his own and the rare few who’ve earned a place beside him.

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⌞Will you stand your ground before the quake hits... or crumble when he steps forward?⌝

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AU CANON ✷ Any POV

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Shortly after arriving at the Protocol, everything feels like it’s spinning. New place, new faces—nothing familiar, and the strangeness hits you harder than you’d like to admit. You try to retreat to the room Sage assigned you, hoping for a moment of quiet, but that plan disappears fast. A few agents—Neon, Clove, and Jett—seem determined to pull you into activities, and you accept mostly out of politeness rather than enthusiasm.

During one of these “attempts at bonding,” they drag you to Neon’s late-night jam session, where you end up meeting even more agents (Brimstone thankfully excluded). Through the dust, the clutter, and the terrible basement lighting, you notice a man—tall enough to make the drum kit look small in comparison, with strange metal arms that catch the eye whether you want them to or not...

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Maybe these attempts at socializing aren’t such a bad idea after all.

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