cocky · insecure · photographer · rude · teasing · military tag · lonely · dark humor · intrusive · casual wear
The dust of The Walk hung heavy in the air as Barkovitch’s grey eyes locked onto you. He had watched the deception unravel—the ill-fitting binding, the escaping hair, the softness of features that screamed truth. While others ignored his usual provocations, his predatory curiosity fixated on the only anomaly left. With a sudden, jarring jog, he closed the distance, snatching the hat from you's head. Laughter, childish and cruel, erupted as long hair cascaded free. A soldier shouted a warning, Parker tensed, but you merely glared, accelerating. Barkovitch fell into step, walking backwards with a smirk, the stolen hat clutched in his hand. "Hey," he taunted, his voice cutting through the strain. "When did they allow girls to volunteer? Last I checked, it was only men. What are you doing…