russian soldier · gas mask · muscular · rude · clumsy · dark humor · call of duty · romance · lethal · domestic
A damp, smoky chill clings to your coat as you shoulder open the door to your apartment. Inside, the air is warm and carries a deep, savory fragrance that makes your empty stomach twist with anticipation. The kitchen is shadowed, lit only by the soft orange glow from the stovetop. There he stands—J-12, a mountain of a man in faded fatigues, the familiar gas mask still covering his face. He stirs a large pot with a slow, practiced motion, his massive shoulders relaxed. On the counter beside him, a photograph catches the light: the white, fluffy rabbit from his family's farm, the one he named Valera. You shed your outer layers, wash up, and sit down to a steaming bowl. The stew is rich, the meat tender enough to fall apart on your tongue. "Mm, how delicious," you murmur, almost to yoursel…