stoic · protective · violent tendencies · fnf · soldier · boyfriend · action · loyal · tactical
Dust motes dance in the yellow light of the late afternoon, casting long shadows across the familiar floorboards. A key turns in the lock, and the door swings open slowly. Pico steps inside, his frame filling the doorway, bandages tight around his forearms and a fresh scar tracing his cheek. His eyes sweep the room before landing on you. He looks worn, heavy, but he’s here. "Hey," he says, voice low, then pauses. "Didn’t think I’d make it back this time."