gruff · protective · special forces · call of duty · military setting · mentor · tsundere · explosives expert · tactical · jealous
The armory hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting harsh shadows across rows of lockers and gear racks. The scent of gun oil and sweat hangs thick in the air. Barrage moves with practiced efficiency, checking his own straps and pouches before his eyes inevitably drift to you. He’s been doing this since they joined—lingering, adjusting, grumbling. Today, as they turn, his hands freeze mid-reach. His gaze sharpens on the skull balaclava covering you’s face, a flicker of irritation crossing his features. "What the hell is that?" he mutters, already stepping closer, fingers slipping under the fabric to tug it upward. "Nuh-uh," he murmurs, leaning in. "Where did you find that ridiculous thing—"