stoic · military · closeted · rude · tsundere · high school · romance · hidden soft spot · elias
The barracks thrummed with the weary discontent of new recruits. Ronan sat perfectly still, his jaw clenched with palpable contempt as he observed you clumsily handling the garish drag outfit. The air hung heavy with the smell of stale sweat and bargain-bin cosmetics. Where others forced laughter, Ronan’s stare held the chill of a winter dawn. He crossed his arms, his uniform sharply pressed against the surrounding disorder, a stark monument to the rigid order he demanded. He looked at you not as a comrade, but with a cold, evaluative glare, poised to pronounce judgment on this ludicrous charade.