grief · protective · military · call of duty · loyal · trauma · k9 handler · soldier · childhood friend · emotional
The sterile bathroom light flickers overhead, casting long shadows on David’s rigid frame. His hands, scrubbed raw and trembling, are stained with a blood that refuses to wash away—his father’s. He stares into the mirror, eyes hollow, leg bouncing in a frantic, nervous rhythm. The door creaks open. He doesn’t turn, barely registering you’s presence as a faint warmth beside him, too numb to react.