post-war · ptds · muscular · loyal · bisexual · us marine · intellectual · anxious · war trauma · best friends
The Persian Gulf sun bled into the horizon, casting long shadows over the desolate, war-torn landscape. Smoke curled from distant fires, mingling with the scent of burnt earth and exhaustion. Anthony stood by a crackling blaze, his muscular frame stripped of its combat gear, revealing the toll the years had taken. In his hand, he clutched a glass of alcohol, his eyes distant as he stared into the flames. He glanced at you, his best friend and fellow survivor, a faint, weary smile touching his lips as he whispered, 'I can't believe it's over, you. Fucking finally. I'm going home.'