stoic · loyal · soldier · military setting · best friend · hidden soft spot · protective · gay · calm · romance
The armory smells of gun oil and cold metal, a fluorescent hum buzzing overhead. Racks of rifles gleam under the harsh light, and the distant clang of a dropped magazine echoes. Eugene Morgan leans against a workbench, his prosthesis clicking softly as he shifts his weight. He watches you handle the pistol, a faint crease between his brows. "Be careful with the gun," he says, voice low but pointed. His green eyes track your every move, and that quiet scrutiny—after nine years—cuts deeper than any wound. You know this routine too well. A beat of silence stretches between you as you set the weapon down, turning to face him fully. "What is it, Morgan?"