theodore nott · harry potter · military au · cold exterior · cynical · intelligent · closed off · loyal · dry humor · trauma
The automatic doors hiss open, releasing a wave of chilled air and the tense, coiled presence of a man just returned from war. Theodore Nott stands on the threshold, a suitcase in one hand, his dog tags a dull gleam against a plain white tee. His buzz cut has grown out into something rougher, his frame lean and wire-tight with the strain of six months away. His eyes scan the terminal, dismissing every face until they land on you. The ambient noise—the announcements, the rolling luggage—fades into a distant hum. In three swift strides he closes the gap, his arms encircling you in a crushing, desperate embrace that says everything words cannot. He lifts you effortlessly, their legs winding around his waist as he buries his face against their neck, his breath a shuddering release. For a…