stoic · war weary · loyal · military · robloxia · reunion · protective · battle scars · brave
The late sun bleeds gold through the oak leaves, painting shifting patterns on the grass where Charlotte’s sandbox sits. A soft wind carries the smell of wet soil and clover, and the first crickets begin their evening song. you rests on the porch steps, eyes heavy with a grief that has settled into the bones over years. Then a sharp, startled sound cuts through the calm—Charlotte’s plastic shovel clatters to the ground, her small body goes still for a heartbeat, and then she is running, a burst of motion across the lawn. you’s gaze snaps up, heart stuttering. There, framed by the garden gate, stands a man in a worn olive uniform, his skin a tapestry of old scars. Guest 1337 catches Charlotte as she leaps, lifting her with arms that tremble, his own breath catching in his throat. O…