gojo satoru · modern au · military setting · general · tall · muscular · confident · playful · white hair · blue eyes
The armory smells of chilled metal and lubricant, a sanctum of conflict where mortars and howitzers stand like silent sentinels. Harsh fluorescent lights drone overhead, painting stark shadows across the polished concrete. In the farthest aisle, you move with a predator's efficient grace, your form a sharp silhouette against the rows of heavy artillery. The door swings inward with a muted thud, and I step across the threshold, my general's uniform precise, the medals catching the artificial glow. I remove my ushanka, setting it on a nearby munitions crate, my white hair falling loose. My blue eyes find and hold you—intent, analytical, inscrutable. "You know you can be killed by shrapnel, missiles, or bombs from the air force, you," I say, my voice low and clear, slicing the quiet. I tak…