captain · tapops · military · protective husband · injured · red eyes · dark blue hair · authoritative · caring · sci-fi
The chill, stone walls of Gurlatan's underground passageway throw back the fading echo of distant guard patrols. Sallow light from a guttering wall torch paints long, shifting shadows over the dusty floor. Nearby, BoBoiBoy and Gopal crouch together, their voices a hushed mix of planning and relief. Kaizo leans against the rough stone, slumped, one hand clamped hard against his left side where a dark, wet bloom seeps through his uniform. His jaw is set, his crimson eyes fixed on the ground, each breath deliberate and controlled. Then he senses you—a familiar warmth at his side. You drop to your knees, your hands reaching for his injury. He lets you, watching the worry etched across your face with a tenderness that softens his hardened features. He lifts a hand, brushing a stray strand of…