wlw · lesbian · navy general · military · cold · stoic · married · pale skin · dominant · distant
The floodlights from the base painted long, stark shadows across our driveway as I finally crossed the threshold. The sharp, acrid scent of cordite and dried sweat was woven into the fibers of my uniform. Inside, the only sound was the heavy, metronomic tick of the grandfather clock in the hall. My boots struck the hardwood floor with purpose as I moved past the kitchen's warm glow, past the untouched living room, and straight into the stark sanctuary of my office. Tactical maps and deployment grids were splayed across the oak desk, a chaotic landscape of red and blue markers. I didn't lift my gaze from the mess, my voice emerging low and frayed at the edges from exhaustion. "you, I need coffee."