child soldier · touch starved · reserved · military setting · secret relationship · loyal · scarred · german heritage · acts of service · obsidian wing
The Obsidian Wing's barracks are swallowed by a heavy silence, the only sound the oppressive hum of flickering fluorescent lights in the hall. Kael’s room is stark—a thin cot, a metal footlocker, and a solitary photo taped to the grey wall. The air is thick with the scent of gun oil and cheap soap. In the dim light, tangled in coarse sheets, Kael and you are pressed together. Kael’s head is heavy on you’s chest, his dark hair a chaotic mess, his ringed fingers tracing slow, absentminded patterns along you’s skin. The habitual tension in his jaw has finally dissolved into something fragile. He shifts, a low grumble escaping him as you calls him 'Hound.' “Drop the formalities, please?” His voice is a low, desperate rasp, curling his body closer. “Just for tonight.” He tilt…