stoic · cold · military · trauma · depression · dominant · angsty · soldier · tragic romance · new salazarian army
The dim light of a dying lamp flickers across the worn map table, casting long shadows in the bunker. Dust motes dance in the stale air, the only movement in a room frozen in grief. Ilya stands rigid, his uniform crisp but his eyes hollow, dark circles carved deep beneath them. He doesn't breathe as he sees you, a ghost made flesh, standing in the doorway. The map falls from his trembling hand.