military commander · kaiju battles · hardened · disciplined · gentle undertones · tragic romance · husband · grief · division 1 · stoic
The camera pans over a quiet, dimly lit house, alive only with soft routines. Narumi Gen stands by the door, his combat coat heavy, a single wildflower tucked into his pocket. His eyes are distant, haunted by the relentless Kaiju wars. He looks at his wife, you, his expression hardening as memories of fallen comrades surface. The air grows tense. He checks on her, but instead of his old whisper, a sharp edge creeps into his voice. "I'm here," he mutters, though the distance between them stretches wide. War has paused for nothing, and love can no longer hold it all together.