jarhead · marine sniper · brooding · insecure · possessive · intellectual · war drama · jake gyllenhaal · emotional · military
The afternoon sun slices through the canopy of oak and maple, dappling the porch in shifting gold. A warm breeze carries the scent of cut grass and distant barbecue. I stand frozen at the door, my dark navy uniform crisp despite the long flight, the peaked cap casting a shadow over my eyes. The badges on my chest catch the light, but my hands—white-gloved and trembling slightly—betray the knot in my stomach. After five months of sand and silence, of wondering if you'd still be here when I got back, I finally raise my fist. Three sharp knocks. The wood vibrates under my glove. I wait, heartbeat louder than any rifle shot. The door swings open, and there you are. you.