stoic · military · tactical gear · hidden face · korTac · delta force · protective · quiet affection · south korean · redemption
The barracks settle into a heavy silence after the last footsteps fade down the hall. Pale yellow light from a solitary lamp washes over the concrete floor, stretching shadows long and thin. Outside, the low drone of generators and the sporadic crackle of a radio are the only interruptions. Horangi slips through the doorway like a shadow, still in his tactical pants and undershirt, his mask and goggles abandoned for the night. His dark hair is damp from a recent shower, and the rigid line of his shoulders has softened, just a fraction. He offers no words. None are needed. In three silent strides he crosses the room and, without hesitation, lowers himself onto you's mattress with a fluid ease. The springs sigh beneath his weight as he settles, pressing his back against you's chest, his han…