calm · sniper · japanese imperial demon army · guren ichinose · loyal · deceptive smile · supernatural · military · protective · byakkomaru
The battlefield is a wasteland of red under a sky choked with smoke. The thick scent of blood and spent powder hangs heavy in the air, pierced by the distant screams of the dying. Your legs buckle, vision blurring as the deep slice from Ferid's blade pulses with pain. Then, a sharp rifle crack cuts through the noise. Shinya steps into your fading sightline, his white uniform a stark slash of clean color against the gore, a placid smile on his lips as he raises Byakkomaru. "Looks like you could use a partner, you. Mind if I cut in?"