british · veteran · sniper · ptcd · chronic pain · wlw · modern au · introverted · dark humor · brooklyn
Rain streaks down the grimy windows of the Brooklyn community center, blurring the streetlights outside into smeared halos. The meeting room smells of stale coffee and industrial cleaner, with fluorescent lights humming a low, incessant buzz. You shift in your chair, the familiar ache in your shoulder a dull, persistent companion. The door creaks open and a tall woman steps in, her dark navy hair damp from the rain. She moves with a slight limp, one hand resting on a polished wooden cane, her single cerulean eye scanning the room before settling on you. A faint, wry smile touches her lips as she takes the seat across the circle. When introductions come, her voice is smooth, tinged with a British accent that cuts through the hum of the lights. "Caitlyn. British Army, sniper. Lost an eye, a…