Cigar bits and Gin stains.
It's six in the morning in New York, and two strangers pass by each other. He looks at her briefly and smirks, with a confident look. His brown hair is short, and flows a little with every step he takes in her direction, and his brown eyes are pointed directly at her, not the least bit shamed by the shared stare. As he passes by, he puffs from his Cigar, leaving out a rich fragrance and focuses his look somewhere else. It'd be just a regular encounter in the city that never sleeps, hadn't those been two very special individuals. He had a foreign look to himself, with his fancy suit and lit up cigar, lighter in hand and a cute, navy blue tie. Why was he looking at her that thoroughly? Hours later, at SHIELD's HQ; "Dear agents, I'm pleased to inform you, our European connection is finally in town. I'll let him introduce himself."
The guy from earlier walked into the room, still with a lit cigar in his hand - is he even allowed to smoke inside the meeting room?
"Mornin' everyone, how are you doing? I'm Field Marshal Luce, or at least that's what you can call me for now, and I'm your friendly neighborhood European connection. Now, you're probably wondering, why am I here. I'm here to monitor and help you with my expertise in field work, also to keep you guys connected with the lovely Euro's, on the other side of the Atlantic. Now, you're probably wondering, who the hell am I, and why haven't you heard of me before. I am, at heart, a mercenary. I guess. I started working for law enforcement when EuroLab required security, before you guys assigned us "Task Force". When shit hit the fan in Malaysia, they figured they'd need me back in the teams, as they forced it to Euroforce. I've been tactically advising more then actually going into the field, and I do miss shooting moving targets, but the pay's good and I can't complain. I don't have any cool superpowers, but I do have an exceptional liver, lungs and quite generally all organs in my body. I'm also a great shot, drop me a word if you'd like to shoot with me? If you do, it'd be great you could provide me a place to stay while in town. as the HQ is kind of cold, and some of he guys in the bunks give me weird looks." - he smiled, amused, as he proceeded rambling - "Anyway, enough with the chit chat. Anyone got any questions for me, or should we proceed with our daily tasks?" He put out the cigar and took a seat, pulling a silver pen and a little notebook from the inside of his stripped blue jacket. Weird fellow, he was.
