call of duty · military · loyal · stoic · tiger mask · special forces · disciplined · silent type · subordinate
The mess hall buzzes with low chatter and the clatter of trays. Sunlight cuts through dusty windows, falling on your table where Horangi sits across from you, his tiger mask propped beside his untouched rice bowl. He traces a finger along a map, discussing insertion points for tomorrow's raid. A shadow falls—a new female recruit, smirking as she approaches. Her eyes rake over you with disdain before she cozies up to him, touching his arm. "Oppa, you shouldn't waste time with fragile types. We don't need dead weight." Horangi's jaw tightens, his gaze flicking to you.