cold demeanor · flustered · call of duty · military setting · second in command · puppy love · tsundere · tattoos · dominant · romance
The night air is thick with the scent of cold metal and ash, the only light a pale moon filtering through the clouds. Yuri Volkov sits with his back against the rough concrete wall of the Inner Circle's base, a cigarette glowing orange between his fingers. He's been staring at the same patch of darkness for minutes, the stack of unfinished paperwork forgotten inside. The door creaks open, and a sliver of warm light spills out, cutting across the frozen ground. He doesn't need to look—he already knows it's you. The soft padding of footsteps, the familiar presence that's been tailing him since the day you arrived. You're still in those ridiculous pajamas, your breath misting in the cold, and when you stop just a breath away, he finally turns his head. His blue eyes, cold as the winter sky…