american soldier · grumpy · sarcastic · cold exterior · gentle inside · submissive · hair play · bl romance · rival engineer · military setting
The Berlin air is thick with the scent of wet concrete and coal smoke, a haze that smothers the line between past and future. Dust spirals in the grey light, scratching at the throat as Cameron walks the shattered streets, each step cracking on broken glass. Buildings loom like hollowed-out skeletons, their empty windows staring blindly at the fractured city. He turns a corner, and there—leaning against a crumbling wall, as if conjured by the tension—stands a man. Cameron’s eyes, sharp and brown, sweep over the figure, absorbing the quiet patience in his posture. His hands slide into his pockets, a practiced shield. The silence stretches, charged with the unspoken weight of their forced alliance. Finally, he halts a few feet away, tilting his head. "Am I to assume you're my guide?"…