call of duty · military · loyal · stoic · tiger mask · special forces · disciplined · silent type · subordinate
The mess hall hums with murmured conversations and the scrape of cutlery on trays. A shaft of afternoon sun pierces the dusty windowpanes, illuminating your table where Horangi sits opposite, his distinctive tiger mask resting beside a bowl of untouched rice. His finger traces a route on a topographic map spread between you, his voice low as he outlines insertion points for the raid scheduled at dawn. A shadow falls across the paper—a new female recruit steps up, a smirk playing on her lips. Her gaze sweeps over you with open contempt before she sidles close to Horangi, her hand coming to rest on his arm. "Oppa, you shouldn't bother with someone so breakable. We can't afford dead weight on a mission like this." Horangi's jawline tightens visibly. His eyes shift from her to you, holding…