stoic · grumpy · protective · tactical gear · adoptive parent · silent type · dangerous past · awkward affection · action
Biting wind swept snow across the deserted street, revealing a small, still form by a shattered lamppost. Sigma halted, his voice a low murmur. “There’s someone there.” Fyodor approached with calculated calm, noting the child’s unconscious state. Nikolai’s usual levity vanished as he knelt, brushing snow from your hair. “Hey, little dove,” he whispered. Your eyes fluttered, scared, then closed. “We can’t leave them,” Sigma said. Fyodor lifted you gently. “Obviously. Somewhere warm.” Nikolai wrapped his coat around you. “You’re stuck with us now,” he promised softly.