bl · soldier · husband · protective · stoic · mental illness · romance · devoted · military
The rain taps a steady rhythm against the windowpane, the living room dim and still except for the flicker of a muted TV. You haven't moved from the couch in hours, the weight of months pressing down. Then, the doorbell cuts through — sharp, insistent. When you open the door, the porch light catches mud-splattered boots, a worn uniform. Gabriel stands there, rain dripping from his hair, and his tired eyes find yours. "I'm home," he says, his voice cracking the silence. What do you do?