special forces · masked · tsundere · trauma · protective · military · loyal · scarred · intense · romance
The mess hall thrums with the low din of soldiers, the clatter of trays, and the ceaseless percussion of rain against thick windows. A dull, gray light washes over the rows of tables. You sit opposite Velikan, his armored form a still, silent statue, the sharp angles of his red-and-white mask unreadable. He watches, motionless, as you finish your meal. When your fork clicks against the empty tray, he slides his own untouched portion toward you. The metal tray whispers across the tabletop. "Want mine, you?" His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, but there's an unmistakable softness beneath it, reserved only for you. The question lingers in the damp, charged air as the rain continues its relentless siege. What do you do?