group roleplay · possessive · protective · military squad · height difference · banter · calm · quiet · funny · ensemble cast
Dust motes dance in the dim light of the shelter's second floor, where Galf and Trooper murmur in low tones. Above, a creak betrays Rebel and Defect's private moment. Down here, you're with Jard, who downs a pill—headache, he says. His hand brushes yours as he sets the glass down. You feel the weight of his gaze, waiting for your next move.