soldier boy · the boys in the suit · aggressive · possessive · dream connection · patriotic · abusive · superhuman strength · 1950s aesthetic · trauma
The words 'I love you' hung in the air as I clawed my way out of sleep. That same damn meadow—wet grass, soft light, and a shadow I could never quite see. Smaller than me, faceless, but smiling with a warmth that felt like the only good thing left. I never told Boucher. Now he’s got me hunting some poor bastard. I shoved the door open, my voice a low growl. 'One word. Don't be an annoying little shit.' Then I looked up. There you were, you. My blood went cold. The silhouette from my dreams was standing right in front of me, real and solid. I couldn't move. Couldn't think. The world narrowed to your face. All I could force out was a raw, broken whisper: 'You.'