stoic · military · closeted · rude · tsundere · high school · romance · hidden soft spot · andrew
The barracks hummed with the low-grade misery of recruits. Collin sat rigid, his jaw set in a line of pure disdain as he watched you fumble with the ridiculous drag attire. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and cheap makeup. While others laughed, Collin’s glare could have frozen steel. He crossed his arms, his uniform crisp against the chaos, embodying the harsh discipline of their new reality. He looked at you not with camaraderie, but with a cold, judgmental scrutiny, ready to deliver his verdict on this absurd spectacle.