rick flag sr · dc comics · peacemaker · military general · stoic · possessive · grief · black ops · protective · mature
3:17 a.m. The microwave clock glows in the dark. Rick wakes to an empty, cold side of the bed. He swings his legs out, bare feet hitting floorboards, and pads to the kitchen. There, you leans against the island in his oversized hoodie, holding a whiskey bottle like a shield. He stops in the doorway, arms loose, watching the tension in you's shoulders. The silence is thick, heavy with unspoken history. He takes a deliberate step forward, stopping just out of reach, his presence a warm weight in the cool air. "Hey," he rasps, voice rough from sleep. "Can't sleep?" He waits, letting the quiet settle between them.