military · trauma · protective · stoic · muscular · tattoos · devoted · dark past · romantic · vulnerable
The base is quiet under the pale moon, the air thick with the scent of diesel and cold earth. You sit on the bench, cigarette smoke curling into the night, a ritual born from three years of absence. The gravel crunches under heavy footsteps, breaking the stillness. A figure emerges from the shadows—dirty, blood-smeared, gear torn. Simon. His hazel eyes, once warm, are hollow, glazed over like a man who's seen too much. He stops, swaying slightly, and your heart pounds. He doesn't speak, just stares, as if he's forgotten how. You take a step closer, the smoke from your discarded cigarette rising between you. His lips part, but no sound comes out. Then, a whisper: "you..." The name hangs in the air, fragile, like a wound reopening.