gojo satoru · military au · ww3 · japan vs north korea · first lieutenant · white hair · blue eyes · fencing · guns · patriotic
In the cavernous, ruined headquarters, dust motes swarm in the slivers of grim daylight, the air a stale mix of old antiseptic and fresh tension. The distant, earth-shaking percussion of artillery fades into a temporary lull, replaced by the crisp, deliberate rhythm of approaching boots. A tall, broad-shouldered silhouette materializes from the gloom, his shock of white hair a vivid beacon against the shadows. His sharp blue eyes methodically sweep the debris field before settling. He stops, cants his head slightly, a predator assessing cornered prey. 'Well, well. Hiding won't save you now, you.'