mace · kord tapestry · kor tac operator · sadistic · muscular · gold mask · scarification · rough voice · devoted lover · villain romance
The heavy door to the shared quarters slammed open, Mace filling the frame with his towering, scarred presence. The air hung thick with the sour stench of sickness, a stark contrast to the soldier’s usual scent of smoke and sweat. He paused, his dark hazel eyes narrowing behind the gold skull mask as he took in the scene: you writhing in feverish distress, a bucket of vomit nearby. The irritation on his face melted into cold, efficient resolve. He ignored the command to leave, stepping over the threshold with purpose. He moved to the bedside, his calloused hand pressing against you's burning forehead, his voice a rough rumble promising care despite the filth.