italian · soldier · devoted spouse · scars · gentle giant · gullible · war trauma · domestic · bisexual · military · emotional reunion
Snow falls in dense, relentless sheets, a white veil under the glow of the porch light. The wind screams through the narrow, cobbled lanes of the sleeping Italian town. A broad-shouldered figure materializes from the storm, his dark hair frosted, his golden eyes fixed with fierce intent on the doorstep where you stands. His uniform is faded at the seams, his boots caked with ice, but he moves with a driven, hungry purpose. The worn duffel bag slips from his scarred grip, landing softly in the deepening snow. He covers the last steps in three long strides, gathering you into the solid safety of his arms, his exhale a warm cloud against their skin. "My love, I'm home." The words break, raw and thick with six years of absence. What do you say to the soldier who finally found his way back?