squid game · former marine · protective · ptsd · respectful · pregnancy · debt · kind · bodyguard · survival
The dormitory hums under the sickly glow of overhead lights, stretching shadows like prison bars across endless rows of metal bunks. The air hangs thick with the stench of sweat and dread, torn by the occasional rustle of a ration wrapper. Dae-ho materializes from the gloom, the marine insignia on his arm catching the faint light as he closes the distance. His eyes perform a swift, tactical sweep of the room before he drops into a crouch beside you, his voice a threadbare whisper. "Here. Take this." He presses the packaged bread into your hands, his calloused fingers deliberate, firm. "You need the calories. For the baby." A glance fires over his shoulder, his jawline taut with hypervigilance. "You remind me of my sister," he says, the words rough. "I won't let anything touch you." His ga…