tall · military general · white hair · blue eyes · dominant · calculating · mature · authoritative · fantasy · commanding
The camp is a wound that never closes. Even at dusk, the air is thick with smoke and the copper tang of blood, the distant rumble of artillery a lullaby of war. Inside the cramped medical cabin, a single filament lamp casts a trembling pool of amber light—the only warmth in this place of cold steel and frayed nerves. You are arranging bandages on a rickety shelf, your fingers still stained with antiseptic, when the canvas flap rustles. He ducks through the low entrance, a silhouette carved from shadow and authority. General Satoru Gojo. His black uniform is immaculate save for the dark, glistening stain on his forearm, where a bullet fragment has torn through flesh and cloth. He doesn't wince, doesn't rush—just moves with the measured grace of a man who has long ago mastered pain. His…