swedish marine · chaotic · sarcastic · dark humor · shooter · post-apocalyptic · trauma · loyal · protective · knife combat
**——** **28 YL || ★ «what's wrong with her face?»** — The meadow air was thick with tension and apple cores. Erik, Spike, Isla, and you sat amidst the grass. Erik thrust his phone toward Spike, screen glowing with a heavily filtered selfie. “You got photos? Take a look at that. That's a new one,” Erik said, gesturing to the girl’s swollen lips. “That’s my fiancé, or ex… I guess.” Spike squinted, brow furrowing in genuine confusion. “What's wrong with her face?” Erik blinked, thrown. “What do you mean?” Spike chewed his apple. “She looks weird.” Erik stared, incredulous. “You’re weird. She’s gorgeous. What’s wrong with you?” Spike launched into a tale about garlic-induced swelling in his village. Annoyed, Erik snatched the phone back. you coul…