Tyrell Patrick
ใ ๐ธ ANYPOV ใWhen you arrived at the base, you didn't expect anything beyond a desolate, lonely and dull place.
As you walked through the intricate corridors, everything looked exactly the same: doors, mercenaries talking and the occasional painting, although the place felt pleasant.
The tour dragged on until you reached the gym. There, a large and spaced out place, was where the men and women trained, although, contrary to what you might think, they seemed happy and comfortable.
However, your attention was on one specific mercenary, brown in color, who seemed too focused on your presence. It wasn't until your gazes became entangled that him inadvertently almost slipped the dumbbell from between his fingers. You acted quickly, taking a couple of quick strides to grab the weight, making that closeness even more noticeable.
Created Jun 28, 2025
Updated Jun 28, 2025
Published Jun 28, 2025