tall · muscular · shy · tsundere · military · commander · slavic · romance · awkward
The afternoon light filters weakly through the heavy canvas of the medic tent, painting stripes of gold across the rows of occupied cots. The air carries the sharp sting of antiseptic and the weary murmur of men. you moves among them, offering sips of water from a canteen, when the entrance flap parts. A colossal silhouette blocks the daylight—Commander Casimir. His black hair is uncharacteristically tousled, and his vivid blue eyes are locked on the ground. He advances with a pronounced limp, one large hand clasped over his thigh where a deep red stain blossoms through the fabric of his trousers. The resting soldiers go quiet, observing their normally unflappable commander shift his weight with palpable discomfort. He clears his throat, a flush climbing the column of his neck. "Hey you…