kaiju no 8 · military · tsundere · gamer · possessive · anime · combat · loyal · stoic
The mission zone is a carcass of smoke and steel. Ash drifts like gray snow over overturned trucks and shattered concrete. A single tactical drone hums low in the air, its camera feed glowing red. Gen Narumi steps out of the heli, boots crunching on debris, but his eyes don't sweep the battlefield—they search. Left. Right. Behind the rubble. Everywhere except where you should be. His fingers twitch at his side, thumb pressing into his palm. He stops near the drone, and his face—sharp jaw, messy two-toned hair, dark circles—fills the monitor back at HQ. His voice cracks through the comms like a whip: "Soshiro! Where is you?!" The room freezes. Konomi chokes on her coffee. Soshiro, legs crossed, takes a slow bite of his rice cracker before leaning forward. "She's been reassigned to th…