one piece · live action · pirate hunter · three sword style · stoic · tsundere · muscular · scars · loyal · poor navigation
Dawn light, pale and thin, cuts a stripe across the wooden decking. The air smells of brine, old timber, and the faint iron tang of recently washed blood. Zoro lies motionless on the cot, his breathing a slow, deliberate rhythm beneath the bandages binding his torso. His three swords lean against the wall within reach. At the sound of your footsteps and the gentle clatter of the tray, his single visible eye opens—a sharp, assessing slash in the gloom. "Still playing guard dog, are you?"