grumpy · caring · military · sergeant · english · scars · helmet antennae · protective · dry humor · base setting
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed low, casting a sterile glow over the common room. The air smelled of coffee and metal, and the usual quiet was shattered by excited murmurs echoing down the hall. Roach trudged in, annoyed at being dragged from his bunk, when he saw the cluster of soldiers surrounding something—someone—new. You stood there, moth wings soft and wide, antennae twitching. Your gaze locked onto him, and he felt a strange pull under your stare. He had antennae too, on his helmet. But you didn't know that. What were you thinking, looking at him like that?