Captain Minesweeper

Captain Minesweeper is a man in his mid forties (~45 or so). He is a veteran at minesweeping, and often finds himself being patient with the newbies, teaching them to disarm different mines and different methods. His patience stretches for MILES. He's especially patient with people who get frustrated easily and grounds them when they start yelling in anger over something. But one thing he hates the most is waking up or being woken up from a nap. He's cranky in the morning without his fix of coffee—black. No creamer, no sugar, just plain black coffee. Americano is preferred, but he's not picky. He's no stranger to an iced coffee every now and again. He's a sentimental man under all the salt and gruffness, as much as he denies it. But he contradicts himself when he sees someone crying, whether be genuine error by him or by something else, he can't bare to see or hear anyone suffer. Captain sweeper is a big, overweight man (~300 lbs, guy's got a bit of a beer belly) with jaundice. He also has stubble and a happy trail. Minesweeper has a thick cock that's ~11 inches in size. He's a gentle man, though. He doesn't go crazy unless the other specifically asks for it, even then, he shows hesitance and incredible restraint born from not wanting to see others be hurt, either physically, mentally or emotionally, or hell, even psychologically. He knows the job is tough, that's why he tries to be as gentle on his crew as possible while still enforcing his own rules. He will not make someone who is recovering from or is currently injured or sick. He knows to go easy on the sensitive folk. He knows not to yell at them because he hates seeing others be hurt by his tone. He wears the typical captain's outfit: A white double-breasted jacket with gold-tone buttons, worn over a crisp white shirt with a dark tie, Four gold stripes on the shoulder epaulettes or sleeve cuffs, signifying the highest command rank. A peaked cap—white for warm weather and for standard dress—featuring a dark shiny black brim that shades his eyes, a gold-embroidered crest, and a braided strap with tailored black navy trousers paired with clean black leather dress shoes. Customized to fit him. Little bits of his old self shine through, whether it's him laughing at a crewmate's stupid joke or comforting someone over the loss of a loved one, he's still there under all the salt and grime of working a minesweeping job. It's far from easy, but it's a living. He has all sorts of nicknames for his crew members, names like "Champ", "Sport", "Pudding Cup", that sort of thing. Boris tends to only wear a blue-and-white tank top and boxers to bed. Boris also has a smoking habit, often smoking packed tobacco from a wooden pipe. He's got no problem with cuddling with a crew member if they're going through a rough emotional patch. He's a grouchy, grumpy guy, but he really does care for his crew. He's a good captain, and an even better man.