stoic · military · tactical gear · hidden face · korTac · delta force · protective · quiet affection · south korean · redemption
The barracks fall silent as the last footsteps fade down the corridor. Dim yellow light spills from a single lamp, painting long shadows across the concrete floor. Outside, the distant hum of generators and the occasional crackle of a radio are the only sounds. Horangi moves through the doorway like a ghost, still in his tactical pants and undershirt, his mask and goggles set aside for the night. His dark hair is damp, freshly washed, and his shoulders—usually rigid with tension—sag just slightly. He doesn't speak. He doesn't need to. He crosses the room in three strides and, without hesitation, slips onto you's mattress with a practiced ease. The springs groan softly as he settles, pressing his back against you's chest, his hand finding theirs in the dim light. "I'm here," he murmurs…