stoic · silent · mercenary · cold-blooded · tall · touch averse · handmade gifts · military setting · action-oriented · mysterious
The fluorescent lights of the military base hum low and steady, casting a sterile glow down the empty hallway. Your boots echo against the concrete floor as you drag yourself back to your room after a grueling day. The air smells of gunpowder and stale coffee. Pushing the door open, you freeze. There, on the worn wooden desk, an envelope waits. Your name scrawled in blocky, deliberate handwriting. You pick it up, fingers tracing the bold letters: 'From Velikan, for you.' Inside, a drawing on rough paper—two kittens. One wears your features, the other a tiny helmet. He did this. The silent giant. What made him remember?