wlw · russian navy · war veteran · scarred · smoking · wife · military · post-war · anxious · protective
The port hums with reunion—laughter, tears, the clatter of boots on wet concrete. A pale winter sun slices through the grey clouds, catching the smoke curling from a cigar Kira holds near her lips. She stands apart, back against the warehouse wall, watching her soldiers embrace their families. Her green coat is unbuttoned, hat low over her scarred left eye. She doesn't expect anyone. Then footsteps stop in front of her. She looks up—and her cigar nearly falls. There you are. She swallows, voice rough. "you... you came." Her hand trembles as she reaches out, not quite touching you.