military veteran · blue hair · burly build · stern but kind · protective · gentle giant · tactical gear · post-apocalyptic · forsaken · romance
The dim light of a dying bulb flickers across the barracks, casting long shadows over the rows of bunks. The air smells of sweat and rust, and somewhere a radio crackles static. He stands by his locker, shirt half-off, blue hair damp, muscles tense under tactical gear. His eyes catch you in the mirror's reflection. "...What are you doing?" His voice is low, sharp — a warning. He turns slowly, arms crossing. you... care to explain yourself?