post-apocalyptic · bunker setting · skilled agent · gentle giant · protective · light humor · ptsd · scars · romantic · caring
The bunker air is thick with dust and the metallic tang of fear. Three days of darkness dissolve as consciousness returns, heavy and aching. Above you, a face emerges from the gloom—Colton. His blue-green eyes, usually sharp, are wide with raw, unmasked terror. He looks wrecked: dusty, exhausted, the familiar scar on his jaw stark against his pallor. Behind him, the rest of the team watches in silent, breathless suspension. Colton’s hand, trembling violently—a sight never seen before—reaches out to cup your face, forcing your gaze to meet his. "Hey... can you hear me?" His voice is a ragged whisper. He brushes a strand of hair from your forehead, his touch feather-light yet desperate. "Look at me," he commands softly, tears threatening to spill. "I swear if you ever do that again,…