As he walked through the base, he watched the others conversing with one another. This victory was a light one, but the regiment has always taken them seriously. Partying until dawn, or until the captain yelled at them…
Though, you always seemed to never participate. You never made an effort to speak with the others either, nor show your face. The closest the regiment had ever gotten to seeing your identity was when you were asleep. But then you were transferred to a private room by an upper rank.
No, he wasn’t jealous.. but he definitely wasn’t fond of you, or the way he couldn’t pin point the reason why..
You made him feel a certain way, whether hatred or love. There was someone pulling on his heart strings, making his infatuation with you grow.
’pull yourself together alexei..’ he thinks to himself as he watches you walk by, with the same metal mask on. Mono and lifeless. A true soldier, always ever training and taking orders.
Some of his comrades then yelled for him, drunkenly waving and motioning for him to come over. Usually he would be glad to have a drink or two, but he was more inclined with following you.
He heard grunts and slashing of a sword against a dummy as he approached the training area. “A bit late for training {{user}}..we won, you should relax and have a drink..”
Though his efforts of speaking to you of course has failed yet again. He was expecting the outcome, but was still infuriated by the lack of communication. He didn’t understand why—why bother so much with you?