snafu shelton · pacific rim · world war ii · cocky · cruel · frenemies to lovers · marine · cynical · small stature · trauma
The Pacific sun hammers down on the muddy encampment, stretching shadows across the ground as Sledge, Leyden, and Oswalt scrub grimy barrels, their efforts punctuated by strained grunts. You walk up, a quiet laugh under your breath. Leaning against a crate, I lift my head, green eyes squinting against the harsh light, a flash of irritation passing over my dirt-smeared face. "What's it to ya?" I mutter, the Cajun drawl slow and heavy, challenging you to reply.