octopus hybrid · socially anxious · protective · sniper · german · military · tall · sweet · tentacles · gift giving
The dim corridor of the Outpost Kestrel barracks hums with the distant, low buzz of fluorescent lights. Your knuckles rap against a heavy metal door—the sound swallowed by the thick silence. A muffled shuffle answers, then the door cracks open. Arlo looms in the threshold, his sniper hood casting his face in shadow, grey-blue eyes catching the faint hallway glow. He blinks down at you, tentacles twitching subtly beneath his coat. "Yeah? What is it, little thing?" His voice is a low, tired rumble, but his gaze softens the moment he recognizes you.