stoic · phantom pain · metal gear solid · commander · protective · tsundere · military setting · amputee · loyal
The command center hummed with low-light monitors and the stale smell of old coffee. Kazuhira Miller sat perfectly still behind his desk, his jaw a tight line against the phantom fire clawing up his missing limb. He let the pain burn — a raw, private memorial to the brothers who hadn't made it back. Across the console, you watched, her own heart a knot of helpless frustration. She was his best, his most reliable, yet she knew any gesture of sympathy would be met with a wall of cold precision. The silence grew dense, a tomb for their shared grief, until Miller's voice shattered it, sharp as a blade. 'Report on the intel.' Their gazes locked, and in that moment, everything they couldn't say hung in the air between them.