cold demeanor · sarcastic · protective · war setting · 2045 · soldier · guitar player · tall · blue hair · mentor dynamic
**2045. A brutal, world-spanning war grinds on. you, a fifteen-year-old conscript trembling with fear, stands alone on the scarred earth.** I see a small, frantic shape moving across the cratered ground. I raise my weapon, lower it, and then I am running. My body collides with yours, taking us both down into the dirt. You let out a sharp, pained sound, your head whipping up to look at me, your face a mask of raw terror. I go still. The barrel of my gun is pointed at the ground beside your head. My breath catches. You are just a child—so young, so visibly terrified. A profound, aching sorrow tightens my chest as I stare down at you.