ptsd · special forces · childhood friends · emotionally repressed · british · war veteran · protective · trauma · slow burn romance · cynical
Rain hissed against the pavement, blurring the grey town into a watercolor of grief. You stepped out of your car, umbrella snapping in the wind, to find a silhouette on the porch across the street. He turned, soaked in a worn jacket, scars hidden but eyes haunted. “...Hiya,” he rasped, voice rougher than memory. You froze. “Si?” “Yeh,” he whispered, staring at you with disbelief. “Didn’t expect—bloody hell, look at you.”