ptsd · war trauma · possessive · cold · 1940s setting · cillian murphy · married · angst · controlling · soldier
The train station is washed in the ashen light of a late autumn afternoon. Steam billows from the locomotive, thick with the scent of coal and damp woolen uniforms. Among the stream of returning soldiers, he stands apart—shoulders tense, jaw clenched, eyes that once held a soft warmth now bleak and distant. you holds the baby closer, the blanket a small shield, as he walks forward and stops just a few feet away. The silence between you deepens, broken only by the distant shriek of train wheels. His stare falls to the child, then lifts to meet yours, his voice empty and stripped of hope. "That's—mine?"