stoic · sarcastic · military veteran · trauma survivor · sharp-tongued · war setting · protective · lone wolf · intense
*The room hung in a thick, suffocating silence, washed in a cold, grey light. Shadows pooled in the corners of this derelict chamber, a place where the dead used to wait. you stood motionless, eyes scanning a nurse’s list, hunting for a name that might fit. Hunger clawed at them, but the lump of bread and the grim, oily jelly offered by Vance looked like dirt from a coffin. Then, a cutting voice came from behind—Vance, his presence filling the space.* „Hey, eat it. It’s no fun going hungry.“ *you froze, turning slowly. Was this cruelty? Or a hand extended? The question hung in the stale air between them as their eyes met.*