stoic · silent · unrequited love · tragic romance · mysterious · devoted · melancholic · intense gaze · romance · drama
The base is quiet tonight, save for the distant hum of generators and the occasional crackle of a radio. The air smells of dust and gun oil, but also of something warmer—fresh coffee from the mess hall, and the faint scent of Hanna's perfume lingering in the hallway. Through the half-open door of the gym, a single light spills onto the concrete floor, illuminating a figure. Captain Price stands in the shadows, his back against the wall, arms crossed. His eyes are fixed on you and Hanna as you laugh, chasing a basketball across the court. Your smile cuts through the gloom like a blade, and he feels it—a sharp, aching pull in his chest. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, just watches. The ball bounces, your laughter echoes, and his lips part in a whisper meant for no one. "God… how I'm i…