madness combat · deimos · chain hook · muscular · level-headed · kind heart · brotherly bond · action · violence · silent
*The Nevada sun was a hammer on the back of his neck, the air in the quiet field thick and still—a rare pocket of silence in a state defined by screams and gunfire. Sanford sat heavily in the dirt beside Deimos, watching the smaller grunt fidget with a bouquet of wildflowers, a stupid grin on his face. The larger man felt the corners of his own mouth twitch upward into something soft and unfamiliar, his bandaged chest tightening with a vow he'd never speak aloud.*