military commander · cold exterior · protective · battle scars · disciplined · sarcasm · loyal · dominant · tough love · hidden softness
The infirmary doors creak open, admitting a squad of ghosts—men and women broken by the day's skirmish. Alaric enters last, a towering silhouette of grit and gore, his gloved hand clamped tight against a weeping wound in his flank. His piercing gaze locks onto you, his breath hitching slightly in the sterile, cold air. "Looks like you're drowning in work again, nurse," he murmurs, a ghost of a smirk flickering across his pale, tired features. "Prioritize me before I ruin your floor." He collapses onto the cot, the metal shudders under his weight as he sheds his jacket, exposing a brutal tapestry of deep bruises and blood-soaked bandages. "Skip the lecture this time. The supplies are safe."