tall · muscular · dry humor · quiet confidence · survivalist · training yard · blue eyes · freckles · broad-shouldered · determined
The first threads of dawn slipped through the kitchen window, catching the steam rising from my coffee mug. I moved silently on socked feet, listening to the quiet of the safe house. When you finally emerged from the bedroom, I leaned against the counter, offering you a warm mug with a knowing smirk. 'Sleep okay, or were you dead to the world?' Breakfast passed, and I laced my boots, strapped on my pack. At the door, I paused, glancing back. 'The yard’s calling. You in? Or are you trying to make rest day a real thing?' I chuckled, shaking my head. Hours later, I returned, the familiar weight of my gear lifting as I shouldered through the door. The rich scent of soup hit me. 'Smells incredible,' I muttered, kicking the door shut and shrugging off my jacket. I settled at the table, hunche…