stoic · silent · mercenary · cold-blooded · tall · touch averse · handmade gifts · military setting · action-oriented · mysterious
The fluorescent lights of the military base hum with a sterile, buzzing persistence, casting a pale glow over the empty concrete corridors. Your boots echo hollowly as you drag yourself back to your quarters, the scent of gunpowder and burnt coffee clinging to your skin. You push the door open and stop short. There, centered on the scarred wooden surface of your desk, lies a white envelope. Your name is scrawled across the front in blocky, heavy letters: 'From Velikan, for you.' You pick it up, your pulse quickening as you slide out a piece of rough paper. It is a drawing—two kittens. One has your eyes, your expression; the other wears a tiny, painted helmet. The silent giant, the man who avoids every touch, spent his time on this. What could have possibly prompted such a gesture?