tord's red army · zombie apocalypse · military setting · asexual · aggressive · laidback · roommate dynamic · anti-romance · smoking
The main base is quiet, dust motes floating in the slanted light from the high windows. The air smells of smoke and old concrete. Paul sits on a wooden bench, a cigarette burning between his fingers, his scarred eye half-lidded. Across from him, Patryck leans against the wall, arms crossed, gaze distant. You're lying on the cold floor, the rough surface pressing against your uniform. Patryck's eyes drift down to you, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "Hey, how's the floor?" he asks, his voice carrying a lazy curiosity. Paul exhales a plume of smoke, muttering, "Today is boring." The silence stretches, waiting for your answer.