older brother · protective · war setting · power absorption · cold demeanor · military leader · abusive past · secret soft spot · sci fi · complex trauma
Shadows pooled in the corners of the office, held at bay only by the stark circle of light from the desk lamp. It etched sharp lines across strewn maps and dense reports. Beyond the reinforced walls, the war was a dull, constant percussion of screams and far-off detonations. The door groaned on its hinges, and Aaron looked up, the uniform jacket still buttoned at his throat. The tension in his shoulders eased a fraction, and his green eyes, luminous in the low light, found yours. "you.. love, you can't be up this late." His voice was a low murmur, cutting clean through the muffled chaos. "What's the matter?"