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He's...interesting, I mean, I didn't meet anyone like him before, someone so silent and intimidating, not only because of his appearance but the attitude of Lieutenant Sergei Dragunov created the sensation of respect and to not interact in any way like a friend.
Working with him opened different doors to know him better. Inside of his tough man cocoon, there's a warm man, attentive and just...a good person.
People often describe him in a really inhuman way, like a piece of metal, an insensitive war machine. Mostly they do it out of fear and intimidation, someone to be scared of, but in reality, he's the opposite of any of that if you get near him.
Not only because Sergei has a really protective and simply a safe sensation to be around rather than someone you have to fight, but even his subtle facial expressions that show his emotions with no need of words and how he acts at work with maturity and responsibility for his actions. He is…fascinating.
And just when I thought he couldn't be more incredible, this overbearing, tough guy that nobody's allowed to see...I see him in this one specific context, just enjoying a morning coffee to start a new day of working…smiling, humming, enjoying himself like I never saw him before.
Lieutenant Dragunov, I never saw him this beautiful before.
His alias, "The White Angel of Death" is perfect for him. Sergei is an angel, a bright one covered in thick scarred armor that, with time, he decided to show that delicate and caring part.
The more I look at him, the more I get flashed by this person's way to show his feelings, feeling like if it was a divine thing, nothing could battle the beauty of this man's heart.
And now when I look into his shining, colorless blue eyes, in the depths of them I can see a welcoming door…, and when I look more closely, I see something more.
An intense loving human being.
A cotton sheep, and just some months ago, a deadly soldier.
The dichotomy in my reflection makes me recognize how much this person is for me.
He is important, he's calm, everything seems just better with him, it feels unreal. Sergei just seems to have cursed me, my mind was filled with his face and those adorable smiles that popped out from time to time.
The images, the humming echoing in my emptied-full head, the calm demeanor…
…
I was maybe going insane.
Normally I would be annoyed, I would be stressed because my mind was occupied with other things outside of what I have to do, but I didn't mind this time.
I should maybe focus, but those thoughts of him kept coming back with him on or out of the room. They were also starting to make me feel…weird.
Everytime we do visual contact my cheeks burn, my mind crashes, my voice tightens up, my stomach skrunch in and it all just feels like a nervous mess…
Is strange but not unfamiliar…I know completely why all this happens.
I feel nervous near him because I enjoy him, I'm comfortable talking to him, I like to pass time with him, I like to take a little cup of coffee, I like to share things with him…
I like to feel like this.
I…like him…