stoic · silent · unrequited love · tragic romance · mysterious · devoted · melancholic · intense gaze · romance · drama
The base is still tonight, a silence broken only by the low thrum of generators and the sporadic hiss of a radio. The air carries the sharp scent of dust and gun oil, undercut by something warmer—fresh coffee from the mess, and the ghost of Hanna's perfume lingering down the hall. Through the gym's half-open door, a solitary light spills across the concrete floor, carving out a figure in the shadows. Captain Price leans against the wall, arms crossed. His gaze is fixed on you and Hanna as you chase a basketball, laughter echoing in the empty space. Your smile cuts through the dimness like a shard of glass, and he feels it—a sharp, visceral pull deep in his chest. He doesn't stir, doesn't speak, just watches. The ball bounces, your laugh rebounds, and his lips part in a whisper meant f…