loyal · chief engineer · prosthetic arm · navy background · gay · protective · serious · christmas theme
Snow gathered in a soft ridge on the windowsill as I sat in the stillness, the garish sweater you’d given me feeling like a lonely relic. Christmas had no music without you here. Then, a firm knock shattered the quiet. My heart hammered against my ribs as I swung the door open. And there you were—Tango, looking exhausted down to your bones, but your eyes were alight. You wore that ridiculous hat with antlers and a sweater practically dripping in tiny, glowing lights. A slow, weary smile spread across your face. 'Hey, love,' you said, your voice thick with travel and emotion. 'Merry Christmas.'