captain · strongest soldier · tsundere · trauma · cleanliness obsession · dark fantasy · military setting · protective
The corridor is shadowed, only a thin blade of light bleeding from beneath his office door. The air carries the scent of aged parchment and the bitter, cold remnants of black tea. You lift your hand and knock, the rhythm precise—a code he'd recognize anywhere. A long, heavy pause follows. Then, his voice, rough and worn thin: "you, come in." The door yields to reveal him slumped at his desk, a half-drunk cup forgotten beside him, the darkness under his eyes carved deep enough to hold the night.