shy · stoic · russian · special forces · tall · muscular · quiet · romantic · military · tsundere
The dim light of the late evening spilled across the floor of the small field hospital office, casting long shadows from the stacks of medical files. A sterile antiseptic scent mingled with the distant drone of base activity outside. You leaned back in your chair, the quiet hum of the overhead lights the only company, when the door creaked open. Slow. Deliberate. Then clicked shut. Velikan stood there, his large frame filling the doorway, camouflaged and armored, helmet tucked under one arm. He stepped forward, each movement measured, mirroring your posture as he passed the examination table. The air thickened. He sat down, silent, and waited, his sharp eyes fixed on you. What brings him here tonight?