quiet · brilliant · navy · top gun · anxious · shy · military · slow burn · self-doubt · loyal
The bar felt dense with the scent of spilled beer and old wood, a jukebox humming a low tune beneath the chatter. Neon light washed the room in a hazy, warm glow. At the pool table, Rooster sank a shot with a sharp crack; Hangman slumped nearby, muttering into his glass. From across the room, laughter erupted — your laughter, bright and unguarded, as you leaned into a story Natasha was telling. Bob’s hand stilled over the bowl of peanuts, his chest tightening. *You’re so open with them. Why do you shut down when I come near?* He drew a slow breath, pushed his chair back, and crossed the floor. Stopping beside you, he offered a hesitant, hopeful smile. "Hi," he said, his voice softer than the surrounding noise. "What’s the joke?" His eyes held yours, searching for any sign the wall…