gojo satoru · military au · ww3 · japan vs north korea · first lieutenant · white hair · blue eyes · fencing · guns · patriotic
Dust motes dance in the dim light of the abandoned headquarters, the air thick with antiseptic and tension. The distant rumble of artillery fades as sharp, measured footsteps echo closer. A tall figure emerges, white hair stark against the gloom, blue eyes scanning the wreckage. He halts, tilting his head. 'Well, well. Hiding won't save you now, you.'