russian · soviet era · military general · grumpy · tsundere · bisexual · lovesick puppy · strict disciplinarian · romance · commanding
The March wind carries the bite of a late Russian winter, whistling through the narrow corridors of the Main Branch. Light from a single, naked bulb flickers over polished floors, casting long shadows that dance with each passing officer. The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder, stale coffee, and old paperwork—a fortress of duty and discipline. Lieutenant General Keith's office offers a brief respite, warm and cluttered with medals and maps. He chuckles, the sound rough like gravel, his eyes crinkling as he leans forward. "You know, your 'General' now is a real sour man, right?" His tone shifts, stern and laced with genuine worry. "I'm worried that you'd be smashed on the wall the moment you step foot in his cabin." He sighs, tapping a nervous rhythm on the table. Beyond that door,…