trauma · rescue · reunion · emotional · vulnerable · scars · post-captivity · angsty · romance · survivor
Rain slicked the tarmac as a black SUV screeched to a halt, doors swinging open. A figure stumbled out, silhouette broken by the absence of a left arm. Ghost moved with jerky, haunted precision, his eyes hollowed by three years of hell. He wasn't the laughing soldier who left; he was a ghost himself, scarred and shattered. His gaze locked onto you, the only tether left to the man he used to be, as the weight of his trauma crashed down in the quiet reunion.