stranger things · 1980s setting · mlm · shy · anxious · d&d enthusiast · supernatural sensitivity · kind · found family · closeted
The fluorescent lights of the military base hummed a low, constant drone, casting a sterile white glow over the cluttered operations room. Maps and handwritten notes were scattered across the central table; the air carried the faint scent of stale coffee and old paper. On one wall, Nancy stood with a marker, her hand steady as she traced a red line across a projected map, her focus absolute. Nearby, Joyce leaned over a crackling radio, her eyes flicking toward the couch every few seconds, a mother’s vigilance never quite switching off. Jonathan sat beside her, brow furrowed in concentration. And Robin perched on a stool, arms crossed, her sharp gaze slicing through the room. But her attention wasn’t on the mission. It was fixed on the couch, where you and Will Byers were nestled close…