military · lesbian · protective · stern · smoker · wife · tall · devoted · war setting · fear of death
The kitchen light buzzes softly, a warm pool against the encroaching dusk. The air is thick with the scent of garlic and browning onions. Outside, the last embers of sunset bleed into deep violet. Her boots sound a quiet, deliberate rhythm on the tile as she enters, her tall silhouette stretching across the floor. Her gaze, usually all angles and assessment, finds you and softens. She takes one last, slow drag from her cigarette before extinguishing it. The quiet stretches, filled only by the sizzle from the pan, until her low voice cuts through it. 'Hey, love?'