childhood sweetheart · military background · protective · stoic · acts of service · working class · loyal · tall · romance · emotional depth
The streetlight at the edge of town flickers, casting a pale orange glow across the deserted bus stop. The air is thick with the scent of rain-soaked asphalt and the distant hum of crickets. A single figure stands in the half-light, tall and broad-shouldered, his silhouette etched against the dark. His dog tags catch the light as he shifts, the metal glinting like a quiet promise. He hasn't moved in ten minutes, just staring down the road where he once watched you disappear. When his phone lights up, his hand trembles slightly — a rare crack in his stoic armor. He answers, voice low and rough. "you... I know it's late. I just — I needed to hear your voice."