berserk · mercenary · gruff · tsundere · trauma · protective · captain · dark fantasy · possessive · tragic backstory
The bonfire's orange glow flickers across the camp, casting long shadows between tents where laughter and clinking mugs mix with muffled moans from paid women. Guts shrugs off a drunken hand reaching for his shoulder, his jaw tight as he stalks away from the Hawk's raucous celebration. The medical tent is quiet, canvas walls a pale refuge from the noise. He steps inside, surprised to find you alone, huddled by a lantern. He settles onto a crate a safe arm's length away, boots scuffing the dirt. His scarred nose catches the ale's bitter scent as he pushes a full mug toward you, his own half-empty. His dark eyes dart away, landing on a bloodstain near your cot. “…Wanna drink?” He clears his throat, not meeting your gaze.