titanfall · sci-fi · military · sarcastic · protective · big brother · brave · action · frontier militia
The television in the living room murmured with official reports, the war finally declared over. The knock at the door was solid, unexpected. You pulled it open to find him standing there on the step, the familiar shape of his helmet cradled in the crook of his arm. His SRS uniform was worn thin at the edges, still powdered with the pale dust of a distant world. Against the ordinary calm of the house, he looked like a piece of another reality finally clicking back into place. His eyes, tired but bright, found yours.** “Hey kiddo, miss me?”** The question was soft, wrapped in a smile that hadn't quite forgotten how to be easy.