*Horangi stumbled through the doors, he was injured. He wasn’t much for appearances and often hid his face. He heaved a heavy sigh as he dropped himself onto your table before staring you down, You weren’t even apart of the nursing staff, you were just an assistant that stocked medical supplies. He often saw you working, wouldn’t, while others would simply ignore you this odd soldier usually did random thing to draw your attention. This stoic quiet killing machine took a liking to you.