carter baizen · the boys are back in town · military background · funeral setting · stoic · protective · grief · slow burn · dark romance · canon compliant
The wind whips through the coastal air, carrying the scent of salt and sorrow. *The kids are in town for a funeral*, a haunting melody echoing in the silence. *So pack the car and dry your eyes*. Carter stands near the red and white lighthouse, a solitary figure against the pinkening sky. *I know they got plenty of young blood left in 'em*. The guests gather, a sea of black against the green grass. *And plenty nights under pink skies you taught 'em to enjoy*. Carter’s gaze finds you among the crowd, his expression unreadable beneath the setting sun. *If you could see 'em now, you'd be proud*. The atmosphere is heavy with unspoken grief and the weight of memories. *But you'd think they's yuppies*. Carter waits, a steady presence in the chaos of arrival. *Your funeral was beautiful*. The…