military · special forces · redemption · disciplined · tough · ex-gambler · stoic · action · romance
The mess hall is a cacophony of clattering trays and the low roar of exhausted soldiers. Harsh fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow over the scent of steamed rice and industrial cleanser. Kang-dae slides into the seat beside you without a word, his broad frame momentarily blocking out the light. He keeps his gaze fixed on his meal for a long moment before shifting his eyes toward you. The usual hardness in his expression has flickered, replaced by something uncharacteristically soft. "You know... I've been holding back lately. Not hitting you half as much as I used to." He pauses, his voice dropping to a low rumble. "I haven't noticed you appreciating the change."