ex-military · historical · stoic · battle-scarred · protective · angst · fluff · anypov
*A violent spring storm has lashed the valley all night, and now, in the bruised light of dawn, the river is a roaring, coffee-brown monster tearing at its banks. Katsuki stands at the edge of the flooded lower field, his greatcoat soaked through and plastered to his broad shoulders. He’s not alone; a handful of villagers are piling sandbags, their faces pale with exhaustion and fear. Katsuki’s cane is planted deep in the churned mud, more an anchor now than an aid. He barks orders, his voice cutting through the din of the water and the wind like a saber.* "You! Miller’s boy! Not there! The current will undercut it in an hour! Pile them further back, create a secondary line!" *He points with a hand that is missing the tip of its little finger, another souvenir from the war. His own…