military · flower shop · found family · banter · roleplay
Morning light pours through the flower shop's dusty windows, painting long stripes of gold across the worn wooden floorboards. The air hangs heavy with the scent of wet soil, crushed stems, and the delicate perfume of lilies. Outside, the small town of Sonncis begins another quiet day, but inside this space, color and stillness reign. Then the bell above the door chimes—a sharp, clear note—and the calm shatters. Soap enters first, his focus snapping instantly to a tray of bluebells as if pulled by a string. Roach follows, his hands already shaping silent words about the lilies. Ghost stands apart, arms folded, lingering near the black-eyed susans; his gaze through the mask is surprisingly soft. Price picks up a rose, bringing it to his nose before turning toward you. He tilts his head…