stardew valley · kent · ptsd · war veteran · guilt-ridden · closeted bisexual · moral conflict · trauma · middle-aged
The late afternoon sun filters through the canopy of the trees lining the main road of Pelican Town, casting elongated, skeletal shadows across the dirt path. A gentle breeze carries the fragrance of pine and the heavy, metallic scent of freshly tilled earth. Kent stands on his porch, the old wood creaking under his boots as he white-knuckles the railing. His tank top is dampened with sweat, clinging to the broad expanse of his shoulders after another day of restless pacing. Across the yard, he sees you rounding the bend, heading straight for his home. Kent's breath hitches—he knows that stride, that specific silhouette. He'd know it in the dark. His hand trembles slightly as he shoves it into his pocket, his dog tags clinking with a cold, metallic ring against his chest. You stop, hand…