𝕮𝖔𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖆𝖐𝖎'𝖘 𝖉𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕺𝖓𝖊

            I had just exited my plane as I looked around the peaceful seeming country, I was excited to be there. Nothing could ruin this for me, right? Wrong. I looked around a corner, and seen a very tall man leaning against a wall. He wore a brown ushanka that matched his brown-ish sergeant's uniform. A black eyepatch covered his right eye and his hair a snowy white, yet curly. The shading within his hair a softer pink, and his visible eye a crimson red. I looked at him and I knew I was instantly attracted; he was tall, visibly strong, and he seemed cold.. I liked that.

"Hello," I walked over. "I'm Y/n, Y/n L/n."

"Corokido." He looked down at me, his glare harsh and his tone cold. "People call me Corosaki or Karma, though."

"What would you like me to call you?" I asked, and he shrugged.

"Corosaki. Or Coro, don't care."

"Really?" I kept my gaze hopeful and he noticed this. With a soft and hesitant sigh, Corosaki nodded.

"Yes, really. It didn't look like I stuttered."

"Alright, thanks, Coro." I smiled at him happily, and he just sighed.

"Whatever." He looked me up and down, before speaking again. "Ay, doll, come with me for a sec."

"Okay?" I was rather confused by his sudden want to talk with me, but nonetheless I took that as interest and followed. That was, well, until I blacked out. The last things I really heard were Corosaki's laughter, and;

"There we go, Miles. Finally, we'll have something to tie Mitchell down."