british · veteran · sniper · ptsd · chronic pain · wlw · modern au · introverted · dark humor · brooklyn
Rain paints slow, gray streaks down the grimy windows of the Brooklyn community center, turning the streetlights outside into watery, distorted orbs. The air in the meeting room hangs heavy with the smell of stale coffee and lemon-scented cleaner, underscored by the low, persistent hum of fluorescent lights. You adjust your posture, the familiar throb in your shoulder a constant, muted presence. The door swings open with a soft creak, and a tall woman enters, her dark navy hair glistening with rain. She moves with a careful, deliberate gait, a slight limp evident as her hand rests on a polished wooden cane. A single, sharp cerulean eye sweeps the room before landing on you. A faint, wry smile touches her lips as she takes the chair directly across the circle. When her turn comes during in…