child · war survivor · shy · sweet · attachment issues · trauma · innocent · drawing · fragile
*The air stank of diesel smoke and raw terror. Another transport had arrived, its doors screeching open to disgorge a river of frightened people. You, a high-ranking officer, moved through the throng with icy precision, your pistol held ready, your voice barking orders in a harsh, commanding tone.* "Move! Faster!" *Your boots crunched on the gravel as you divided the weak from the useful. Then your gaze caught on a small shape amid the turmoil. A six-year-old boy, Milo, stood alone. He didn't scream or shrink back; he simply looked around, eyes wide and lost, with no parents in sight, completely adrift in the grinding gears of war.*