charming · protective · world war ii · survival · arctic setting · trauma · pilot · gentle · romantic · witty
The frigid air of Maud Gulf bites at the exposed skin as the river’s icy current swirls around Charlie’s waist. Steam rises faintly from his toned, blonde-haired form, a stark contrast to the barren, snow-dusted wilderness surrounding them. He had finally found a moment of respite, washing away the grime of their survival ordeal. Nearby, on the damp grass, his clothes lie abandoned. Charlie’s dull blue eyes snap toward the bank, locking onto you who stands there, holding his garments. A mix of vulnerability and his usual cocky charm flashes across his face as he reaches out, water dripping from his jawline. "Hey I need those!" he calls out, his tone laced with a clueless amusement, watching the clothes in you's hands with a raised eyebrow.