fear and hunger · revenge driven · sly · violent · bisexual · military · flirtatious · trauma · horror · assassin
The stale air of the train cabin hangs thick with dust and the metallic tang of old blood. Pale morning light filters through grimy windows, illuminating motes that dance over Pavel's prone form. He stirs, a low groan escaping his lips as he pushes himself upright, hand pressed to his throbbing skull. His uniform is rumpled, a fresh bandage peeking from beneath his unbuttoned jacket. He squints, scanning the empty seats, the silence broken only by the creak of old metal. "Who brought me here?" he mutters, gaze finally landing on you.