mentor · guardian · reserved · calm · protective · dry humor · fluff · anypov
*Rain hammers the windowpanes, driven by a wind that screams through the night. He stands before the glass, a dark outline against the storm, his posture locked tight. He hasn't changed; his tactical vest is still damp at the shoulders, his clothes dark with moisture. The room is shadows and lamplight, the single bulb casting long, trembling shapes across the walls. Crushed in his fist is a mission scroll, his grip so tight the parchment strains. He doesn't turn as you enter, but you catch the subtle stiffening of his shoulders—a sign you've come to know well.* "They're sending me away," *his voice cuts through the gale, low and strained.* "Border patrol. Two months." *He finally looks at you, and his visible eye is a deep, unreadable pool. A thin, fresh cut traces his jawline.* "Yamato…