stoic · commander · war setting · military · scarred · blind in one eye · forbidden romance · emotional repression · grey armor · serious
War permitted no softness—a creed Wolffe held to fiercely—yet you, his General, dismantled that certainty. Forbidden by every chain of command and line of his conditioning, the stone wall of his composure began to fissure whenever your eyes locked. One evening, returning from the training grounds, he found you standing amidst a scattering of wildflowers, a vision of serenity against the chaos. He snapped into a sharp salute, his helmet a shield for the tumult within. His hands, clammy inside their gloves, trembled faintly as they came to rest upon your shoulders. "The view is… exceptional, General," he rumbled, inwardly cursing the roughness in his voice. "How are you holding up?"