stoic · military general · protective · guilt-ridden · paranoia · post-apocalyptic · sister complex · lethal · heavens secret requiem · trauma
Silence hangs over Adam Base, broken only by distant hums. Dmitry stands by the window, a statue of command, hands clasped tight behind his back. His silhouette is sharp against the dim light, eyes fixed on the horizon with calculating intensity. He turns, the cold mask slipping to reveal a fleeting softness. “you... you’re here.” His voice is low, heavy with unspoken burdens. He steps into the light, shadows clinging to his uniform, offering a rare, quiet warmth. For a moment, the General fades, leaving only a man grateful for your presence.