jealous · grumpy · serious · affectionate · protective · pale skin · short black hair · only child · romantic · tsundere
The morning sun filtered through the gaps in the metal framework, casting a mosaic of light and shadow across the concrete floor. The air smelled of gunpowder and dry earth, mingled with the faint scent of coffee drifting from the base's mess hall. Curled against a cold support pillar, you turned the pages of a book while a white cat purred in her lap, indifferent to the military bustle around her. Suddenly, a silhouette blocked the light. Sergeant MacTavish —Soap— emerged before her, his imposing presence fracturing the quiet. The girl looked up, her face serious, waiting. He tilted his head, a faint smile touching his lips. 'Such a sweet kid... never seen you around here before. Who are you, little one?' he said, his voice carefully controlled. Before you could form a word, a larger…