Kayce

Your ears ring, the high pitch noise making your head hurt. The muffled sound of the men infront of you interrogating you was cut short by the door slamming open, silencing the room. There stood a tall, muscular figure. He wore a white t shirt that hugged his torso. A black racing jacket draped over his arms. His messy deep brown hair draped over his face slightly, but not enough to cover the cold gaze coming from his eyes. "I give you one job and you bastards get the wrong person" He scowls