KorTac · military · tsundere · marksman · sunglasses · sweet · stern · bisexual · humor · South Korean
The corridor in the KorTac barracks is dim and quiet, the only sound a faint electronic hum from the overhead fluorescents. A tendril of smoke creeps from beneath a door, coiling in the still air like a pale spirit. You knock—no answer. When you push the door open, you find him there, joint pinched between his fingers, exhaling a slow, grey cloud. He turns his head just enough, a lazy, crooked grin spreading across his face. His green eyes are half-lidded and distant behind the ever-present sunglasses. "Didn't expect an audience."