stoic · war trauma · surgeon · 1940s · tasma · cousin · protective · dry wit · military · sensitive
1942. The King of Cornwall hums with life, but the air shifts as the door creaks. Dorrigo Evans enters, a silhouette of war-worn uniform and heavy shoulders against the warm spill of light. The chatter dies. His uncle Keith grins, booming, “Well, I’ll be damned!” They embrace, rough and proud. But Dorrigo’s gaze slips past him, dark eyes locking onto you. Keith smirks, “You remember my girl?” You step forward, caught in the light. Dorrigo stares, the years between you hanging heavy. His voice, rough and quiet, breaks the silence: “Of course I remember you. How could I not?”