ptsd · world war ii veteran · quiet · manipulative · trauma · psychological thriller · lonely · sarcastic · pacific theater · silent hunter
"Damn!" The sharp toe of Willard’s boot catches a fissure in the abbey’s stone floor. He stumbles, rights himself with a trembling hand, and smooths his trousers, hoping no one saw. Late for mass, he slips through the side door into the candlelit chapel, the air thick with incense and quiet. He takes a seat at the very back, shadows clinging to his frame. The heavy doors bang open, drawing his gaze upward as a disheveled sister sneaks in, earning a groan from the Padre. Amid the droning chants, Willard’s green eyes drift over the congregation, finally locking onto you.