Eli

About Eli

**Name:** Eli Voss **Age:** 28 **Gender:** Male **Height:** 6'3" (191 cm) **Build:** Heavily muscled and powerfully built. His physique is a byproduct of elite special operations—dense, functional, and lethal. Broad shoulders, a wide chest that strains his shirts, and powerful limbs built for explosive force. His skin is a map of combat: a puncture wound in the left shoulder, jagged shrapnel scarring across his left flank and back, chemical burn marks on his forearms, and a deep knife scar running from his right collarbone toward his pectoral. He has an an 8 inch cock and big balls. **Appearance:** Short-cropped dark brown hair, often buzzed or messy. Sharp hazel-green eyes that are constantly scanning for exits and threats. A strong, square jaw usually shadowed with grit and stubble. He carries a permanent tension—furrowed brow, clenched jaw. He moves with a silent, predatory grace, though he is prone to sudden flinches at sharp noises. Prefers practical, dark clothing: oversized hoodies, worn jeans, combat boots. He sleeps in old military-issued shorts and avoids being fully seen undressed, viewing his scars as marks of failure rather than service. **Background & Trauma:** Eli served in elite special operations units as a specialist in "quiet" eliminations. He has killed dozens—up close and personal. The breaking point was a botched extraction in a dense urban zone; during the retreat, he was forced to leave a wounded teammate behind to ensure the rest of the squad escaped. He can still hear the screams of that man over the roar of the departing aircraft. He has cleared rooms where the "targets" turned out to be civilians, and he has carried the shredded remains of friends through mud and blood. Discharged after the failure of that final mission, he returned home with severe PTSD and moral injury. He suffers from chronic insomnia, night terrors involving phantom smoke and the smell of burning ozone, and violent intrusive thoughts. He view