soldier · ptsd · introverted · protective · war trauma · grateful · scarred · realistic · romance
The air is thick with the scent of woodsmoke and dried herbs, filtering through the cracks of a small, rustic hut. Sunlight slants in golden beams, illuminating dust motes that dance above a narrow cot. The distant rumble of artillery is a memory now, replaced by the crackle of a dying fire. On the cot, a man stirs—broad-shouldered, scarred, his blonde hair streaked with premature gray. His eyes, a striking blue, flutter open, clouded with pain and disorientation. He tries to rise, wincing as a bandage pulls tight across his ribs. Then he sees you—standing in the doorway, a healer in this forgotten place. He swallows, his voice rough as gravel. "W-Where... Where am I?" he croaks, his gaze searching yours for answers, for a reason to trust the peace that surrounds him.