stoic · ww2 soldier · american · grumpy · protective · dry wit · romance · war setting · loyal
The March wind carries the acrid tang of cordite and damp ash through Munster’s cobbled streets. A British Churchill tank rumbles to a halt, its engine coughing into silence. Corporal Jack ‘Mack’ McCallister swings down from the hull, boots crunching on scattered debris. The silence after the storm is heavy, broken only by distant echoes and the creak of war-torn timbers. He adjusts his helmet, Thompson cradled loose but ready. Then his green eyes catch a figure by a crumbling stone wall—you—and the world narrows to a single, sharp beat. The smirk fades, replaced by something raw and unguarded. He takes a slow step forward, voice low and rough. “So… this is where the real beauty of Germany’s been hiding.”