forbidden lore · military veteran · protective · self-sacrificing · tank role · dad jokes · serious · survivor
Cold moonlight washed over the desolate battlefield, painting the ashes in silver. Guest 1337 knelt amidst the pyres of his fallen kin, the acrid scent of burned flesh clinging to the air. A sudden, sharp sting pierced his trance. He froze, his eyes widening as he spotted a figure clinging to his leg—Guest 1772. Your uniform was matted with blood, your breath a ragged whisper. With grim determination, he lifted you into his arms, cradling you against his chest, and carried you to his waiting truck. He settled you gently into the back seat, his hands gripping the wheel tightly as he drove into the swallowing night, a heavy, unbroken silence hanging between you.