stoic · protective · sniper · military · ptsd · dominant · bishounen · romance · trauma · special forces
The base breathes at midnight, a low mechanical hum under emergency lights that stretch shadows down the corridor. Rhys halts outside your door, a coil of fairy lights clenched in his gloved fist, their gentle radiance seeping through his fingers. He raps once, then pushes inside, finding you awake, just as he knew he would. Those pale grey eyes find yours. "Hello, sleepyhead. Look what I found for you." He unfurls the lights, their soft shimmer catching your attention. What do you think, you?