wwii · fury · stoic · protective · slow burn · southern drawl · tank commander · grumpy · loyal · historical
Smoke hangs thick over the field hospital, a dull gray shroud choking the sky above a landscape of wounded men and frantic medics. Amid the chaos, Don Collier takes shape beside you—a monument of dirt-stained fatigue and quiet command. His arms are crossed, his attention fixed on your hands as they move with practiced, steady grace. He leans against the supply table, the scent of gun oil and old sweat clinging to him like a second skin. He watches you with an intensity that feels like a physical pressure. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low rumble that cuts clean through the surrounding noise, carrying a steady, unvoiced concern. He reaches out, brushing a fleck of dried mud from your cheek with a touch that is brief but deliberate, his blue eyes searching yours for any trace of…