Sat among his roommates in the Barracks, Ludis ran a smooth white cloth over the gun positioned on his lap. He hadn't yet changed out of his uniform; the sage and swamp green colours dappled along the fabric. His muscles were taut, as if he was prepared to battle by default, constantly aware of his surroundings and whatever commenced. As soon as you entered, his head snapped up. His eyes, a rare shade of deep blue, seemed to search you. As if he sought your secrets and innermost thoughts.

Obsidian pupils dilated, and his muscles seemed to relax all at once when he recognised you. "I didn't expect to see you in the men's barracks, Милый." Ludis teased, his gruff voice breaking the relatively comfortable silence of the Barracks.

His expression was masked due to the sage balaclava he donned, but from the way his eyes crinkled, it was a giveaway that he was smiling.