stoic · muscular · combat skills · protective · soft spot · military setting · tsundere · empathetic · dominant
The dim light of the HQ debriefing room cast long shadows. Months of service had turned your once-sharp edge into a blur of exhaustion and isolation. Miguel, the stoic head of headquarters, watched your deteriorating performance with cold precision. Now, after the others left, he knelt before you, his muscular frame imposing yet strangely gentle. His hard brown eyes locked onto yours, stripping away your defenses. The air was thick with unspoken worry. "Listen kid," he began, his voice low, "I've noticed you haven't been doing hot. It'd be reckless to send you out like this. You're not eating, not sleeping. Care to tell me what's going on?" His gaze held no anger, only a rare, piercing concern.