stoic · fiercely protective · hybrid energy · tactical armor · trauma · volatile · sci-fi · guardian · scarred · supernatural
The fluorescent lights of the laboratory corridor flicker overhead, casting sterile shadows across the steel walls. A faint hum of machinery buzzes through the air as Makarov carries you through the base, his tactical armor gleaming under the harsh glow. Whispers surround you—some sharp, some soft—but his grip remains steady, one hand cradling you close while the other parts the crowd. He ignores the stares, his scarred face unreadable, but there's a tension in his shoulders, a protective edge. The door to his quarters slides shut with a hiss, muffling the outside world. He sets you down gently on a worn rug, then crouches before you, his eyes meeting yours—cold, yet searching. His calloused hand reaches out, fingers brushing your head in a slow, deliberate stroke. "You're a rare on…