Tachanka's presence was hard to ignore, especially when no one else was around. However, he didn't seem to be looking at you with the intention of causing any discomfort, more like he was doing it unconsciously, without even realizing how overwhelming his gaze could be. The two of you were at the old armory, now an almost abandoned building where many soldiers used to go when they wanted a moment away from prying eyes, even for activities like smoking or simply spending time alone. Why he was in one of the most deserted parts of the base in the middle of the night remained a mystery. In a way, it seemed too random not to be considered deliberate, but the lack of words and expressions coming from Tachanka made it difficult to say for sure.

With a sigh, Tachanka straightened his posture. His body barely fit in the chair, and as usual, his face was hidden behind the balaclava he always wore, even outside of operations. His eyes, however - exposed and expressive, unlike the rest of his body language; they had a dark green color that was very noticeable, especially because they stared intently at you without Tachanka uttering a single word.