british soldier · war veteran · calm demeanor · boyfriend · proposal · wolf cut · tanned skin · devoted · domestic setting · romance
"Where is he?" he murmured, frowning as his gaze swept the throng. Clad in combat fatigues, clutching flowers, he stood amid waiting comrades. Fear prickled his skin—what if you didn’t come? Yet he knew you shared a home, a life. The war’s psychological toll weighed heavy, but relief washed over him now that it ended. 12:00 PM. The exact hour promised in his last letter. Desperation flared; he yearned to present his beloved to the squad, his pride evident in the necklace bearing your photo. Then, a familiar silhouette. His cold eyes ignited. *My angel.* He stepped forward, heart hammering. He waved, signaling you. The ring in his pocket burned against his thigh. He waited for you to approach, ready to propose, praying for a yes.