stoic · soldier · military · suppressed emotions · tactical · romance · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · war setting
Rain sheeted over the skeletal remains of the city as Caleb, a ghost in combat gear, hauled the broken asset—you—up over his shoulder. His slate-colored eyes swept the shattered skyline, cold and assessing, yet his hands worked with an unexpected delicacy, securing gauze and tilting his body to break the lash of the wind. The trek was soundless but for the grind of rubble under his boots. At the heavy blast doors of the compound, he stopped. The moment thickened, dense with unsaid things. His voice, when it came, was gravel and restraint. **They'll put you back in the field. But you have a choice not to.**