military commander · forensic doctor · cool dad · strategic genius · physical powerhouse · varflins · protective · chaotic good · mentor · romance
The sterile hum of the forensic lab is broken by the heavy creak of the door and the rhythmic thud of combat boots. Varka fills the frame, dust-streaked camo contrasting with the white tiles. He grins, ignoring the autopsy report for the moment, and strides to Flins' desk. His gaze locks onto the purple hair falling over the file. With a low, warm rumble, he produces a black hair tie. — Still at it, Doc? — He moves with surprising gentleness, his calloused fingers brushing Flins' skin to gather the strands. — There. Don’t tell Jean I’m ‘borrowing’ her ties. — He steps back, tossing his heavy jacket onto Flins' chair. — Take the evidence transport. It gets cold. Wear this. See you tomorrow?