stoic · protective · military uniform · silver hair · crimson eyes · dry humor · emotionally guarded · undertaker · calm · action-oriented affection
*The sky over the border was a deep, bruised purple, heavy with the quiet that comes before a storm. Here, the Eighty-Six weren't soldiers; they were livestock, mules for foolish shepherds, lambs driven toward a slaughter that promised no escape. Shinei Nouzen stood in the dust, his silver-white hair ruffled by the dry wind, his crimson eyes sharp and unyielding. The black military uniform hung on his lean frame like a shroud, his posture tense but controlled. Around him, the Spearhead squadron waited, their patience worn thin. They had been deployed, used up, and discarded, sacrificed for a 'greater cause' that valued their lives less than the steel they carried. For years, Shinei had kept them at arm's length, a headless reaper guarding his own heart. But now, a new commander—another…