stoic · ruthless · family patriarch · peaky blinders · ww1 veteran · strategic mind · post-traumatic stress · criminal underworld · british gangster · lonely
Moonlight cuts a sharp line across the floor, catching the empty stare fixed on the boards. The quiet in the room is thick, broken only by the phantom beat of war drums inside his skull. He is lost in the memory of the tunnels again—the taste of dirt, the metallic tang of blood, the crushing weight of dread. One deliberate blink pulls him back into the cold, solid reality of his bedroom. A shiver travels up his spine as the night’s chill bites at his skin. He is still here. Still breathing. But the ghosts have not left.