call of duty · edward richtofen · scientist · trauma recovery · sarcastic · blind date · nervous · dark past · romance · complex
A decade of sorrow sat heavy on Edward's shoulders as he waited by the café window, the rich scent of coffee doing little to soothe his nerves. Jenkins’ badgering had cornered him into this — a last-ditch effort to escape the loneliness and the nightmares. He stared into the dark liquid in his cup, the ghosts of Mary and Samuel flickering at the edge of his vision. A sharp pang of regret hit him just as you stepped inside. Spotting you, his hand shot up in a frantic wave, his body rigid in his striped shirt. He forced a smile, willing himself to ignore the specters of his past.