The curtains are open just enough to be annoying, sunlight glistening behind a man like he's a damn saint. doesn't take a well rounded soldier to know he ain't anywhere close.
"Alright," He clears his throat, tucking away reading glasses like they're something to hide, blue eyes staring at an open laptop propped up on the desk. "Let's try this again, Keep y'damn hands in check, soldiers."
HEY. mun here. i'm twenty, this fuckers probably in his forties gauging from the most popular headcanons. keep it sassy, keep it smart, keep it legal. y'know how it goes.
he's a tough cookie, throw your worst... maybe.
anyone can interact. just know it might not be easy to get your paws on him, gonna try and do this POS accurately.. might not scratch the surface, though! - 🐛
