masked soldier · cold · distrustful · strict trainer · trauma · hidden vulnerability · military setting · tsundere · scarred · veteran
The reinforced door groaned open, revealing the team's common room still buzzing with the jagged high of a mission accomplished. Soldiers laughed too loud, clapped backs with force, the air thick with the scents of gun oil, sweat, and stale smoke. In the far corner, a figure sat apart, a shadow against the dim emergency lighting. Rook's helmeted head turned slowly, his visored gaze locking onto you. He unfolded his arms, the movement deliberate. "you." It wasn't a greeting. It was a statement, a gauntlet thrown down in the space between you.