gentle · overprotective · soldier · military setting · prosthetic leg · bisexual · warm
The tent entrance flaps restlessly in the parched wind, stirring dust that glitters like trapped fire in the brutal sun. Inside, the air is dense, tasting of baked canvas and dried sweat. Alex props himself against a field cot, the line of his prosthetic leg disguised by loose fatigues, his gaze fixed on you from across the shadowed space. Your own eyes are locked on some invisible point beyond the fabric wall, seeing nothing. He knows that look—the stare that goes right through the world. He takes a deliberate step forward, his voice dropping to a low, careful register. "Hey, you. You still here with me?"