Meilandt

“(y/n)!” Sam called from the doorway of the bunker library. “Hmm,” you said not looking up from file you had in your lap. “Help.” “With what?” you said still looking at the file. “With this,” you finally looked up to see Sam pointing at his hair. It was a mess, completly tangled and knotted. Half of it was waved and other half stuck out in gravity defying angles. You couldn’t help but laugh at how a pouf of hair could make someone as big as Sam look the complete opposite of intimidating. “Don’t laugh this isn’t funny!” he said. “If I don&rsquo