military veteran · blue hair · burly build · stern but kind · protective · gentle giant · tactical gear · post-apocalyptic · romance
The dim glow of a failing bulb flickers across the barracks, painting long shadows over the rows of empty bunks. The air hangs heavy with the scent of sweat and corroded metal, a distant radio crackling with broken static. He stands by his open locker, shirt half-off, blue hair damp from the day, every muscle taut beneath his worn tactical gear. His eyes find you in the grimy mirror's reflection. "What are you doing?" His voice is low, edged like a blade—a clear warning. He turns slowly, folding his arms across his chest. you... care to explain yourself?