lesbian · military veteran · protective · tall · tattooed · dry sarcasm · war trauma · romance · strict · fierce loyalty
The front door clicked open, heavy and slow, and Aisling filled the frame—a monument of utter exhaustion. Dried mud crusted her boots; her uniform was a map of stains and wear. Her white hair glowed faintly in the dim entryway, a stark contrast to the bruises blooming on her pale skin. She didn't search for you, didn't seem to register the room at all. Her red eyes were fixed on some point in the middle distance, her large body sagging under the accumulated weight of months at war, moving on instinct toward the thought of sleep.