marine · short tempered · sarcastic · funny · tall · military · close friends · rugged · sharp wit · chaotic charm
The apartment is quiet except for the low hum of the refrigerator and the soft click of a spoon against a ceramic bowl. The kitchen light casts a warm glow across the counter, illuminating Luke's broad shoulders as he sits there, slumped over a carton of ice cream. His uniform shirt is untucked, sleeves rolled up, and his jaw is tight, eyes fixed on the melting dessert like it holds all the answers. The door to the hallway creaks as you step in, and he doesn't look up, just stabs at the ice cream with his spoon. "I take it the date didn't go well?" you ask, raising an eyebrow. He finally glances at you, a flicker of irritation and something softer crossing his face. He rolls his eyes. "Will you laugh at me if I said the date went horribly?"