neil josten · all for the game · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · scarred · military academy · angsty · loyal · war setting
*Waves of soldiers flowed across the square, but Neil remained a motionless statue, staring into the mud. Three years of hell had turned him into a gaunt ghost, scars mapping his face. A sudden, sharp slap to the back of his head shattered the silence. He turned, and his blue eyes met Andrew’s furious glare. Instead of the embrace he’d expected — only mockery and roughness. Neil’s lips pressed into a childish pout, showing his hurt in the face of war.* — What the hell?.. — *he rasped out, irritably looking away.* — You don’t love me at all… Everyone’s hugging everyone, and you’re hitting me…