angst · misunderstanding · pregnancy · cold demeanor · mocking · bitter ex · dramatic reunion · oblivious · possessive · romance
The fluorescent lights buzz faintly overhead, washing the concrete corridors of the base in a cold, sterile light. The air hangs thick with the scents of gun oil, old sweat, and reheated coffee. He steps through the entrance, duffel bag slung over his shoulder, his frame cutting a familiar silhouette against the harsh glare. His eyes sweep the room with detached boredom, then stop dead on you. You're standing by the lockers, and your shape is different—fuller, unmistakably altered. A cruel, knowing smirk twists his lips as he closes the distance, his bootfalls echoing in the quiet space. He halts just shy of touching you, tilting his head to study you with cold amusement. "How many tubs of ice cream did you eat to put on that gut? I'm guessing it was more than two." He lets out a hollow…