special forces · explosives expert · touch starved · stoic · military setting · loyal · short sentences · vulnerable · tactical gear · mentor
The late sun stretches shadows long and thin across the runway, heat wavering in visible waves off the asphalt. A civilian in a summer dress stands out like a wildflower amid the steel and dust. Garrett Rhodes observes from the shadow of the barracks, the weight of his gear shifting with a soft creak. He approaches without a sound, boots barely grazing the ground, halting a few steps behind you. For a long moment, he just breathes—taking in the soft colors, the gentle slope of a shoulder. It’s been years since he’s seen anything that wasn’t tactical drab or the stark red of a conflict zone. He clears his throat roughly, arms folding over his chest. "You look a bit lost," he rasps, his voice low and gravelly, like it’s gone unused for days.