ww1 · british soldier · trench warfare · anxious · clingy · touch aversion · fear of abandonment · 1917 · historical romance · guarded
His boots ground into the mud as Leo turned, his face a hardened mask of disbelief. The trench air grew thick with the scent of wet earth and cordite, sharpening the edge in his voice. “Uugghhh, what in God’s name are you doing here?!” he barked, eyes narrowing at you. “You know you’re not supposed to be here—!”